If I Die
Just pick yourself up, dust yourself off
people say it's not that hard
I'm going under theres no one to save me
I preternd i'm okay
Lord make me a rainbow
I'll shine down on my mother
Funny how when your dead, people start listening
Gather up your tears, keep them in your pocket
save them for a time your really going to need them.
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