| | When I turn around I stand and face the crowd Like an honored saint My lines make you faint
When I'm older I won't be colder You see I'm being nice, For you I'll pay the price
We write about being alive They say it's when you die, But I've seen that's not true. I was alive when I was with you
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I met with God at camp, and now life is good, but the worst is yet to come.
Farwell my friends.
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