And we're all just kindof like family now
So please tell your friends to stop freaking out
One day is the day we'll all bite the dust
It all depends on if when we die
We have trust
If there's something next
Through the blood and the tears
And the frantic of the moment
And 80 wasted years
But until then we'll have
10 second conversations
And pretend we didn't touch like that
To rid the complications
And we'll sit in silence in the dark
Knowing death is rather far
But in the last few minutes we have to breathe
We'll wish we didn't waste them in boredom and apathy
I've got one dollar bills crunched in my hand
And you've got leather on your back
And sometimes I get called pretty
But in 80, I won't remember that.
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