Going and Gone
Oh the pain,
the pain upon my skin,
the pain upon my lungs,
the pain upon my heart.
Nothing hurts no more,
nothing can bring me down,
am I already use to this pain?
I'm going, going, going,
almost there,
I'm going, going, going,
gone.
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