Time isn't anymore
like it was before Before the day the
doctor said "Your condition isn't
very well You better stay in bed"
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in his small white room And taking his
potions with a spoon He knows that he
can't go away He can only pray
Where is your heaven? Where is your
love? And life that you sent from above?
Now, now I'm gonna die I hope I won't
cry 'Cause I wanna say goodbye To
my wife and little son Please think of
them when I'm gone
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