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Why can't they be death? Determination in their voice Aware of their choice Their presence makes me a mess I'll never be as good as them They've done everything right They emit so many lights My chances of winning are slim It's best to avoid their eyes They're better than me That's no lie There's nothing to see I'll never reach highs Is it better for me To hope that I die? My time has come I was dumb My time is gone Now it's dawn So many mistakes Don't have what it takes There's nothing to fake My light has been raked
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