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I wish that I could feel
Out side of what's real
Outside of this white t
My feeling small as peas
I wish that I could cope
And wash it away with soap

I need to know
If I can go
Cause my time is ticking
My time is tocking
And now I must go slow
Before I get a hundred years old

For what it's worth I'll miss you
For all you know I'm gone
For all the things said
You were right all along

  It's so hard to breathe
Someone let me be
Someone please just see
I'm stupidly crying

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