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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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