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Life is but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing... |
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When you are born you start to die, all you have to do is wait. |
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Running With My Heart In My Hands |
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Everyone fears death to some extent. |
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We have become what we hated the most, |
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We are who we are... |
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Lets flip a coin |
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Somewhere Along The Line Between When I Said Goodbye And When I Realized I Couldn't Remember The Color Of Your Eyes I Lost The Ability To Truly Shine |
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Without anything to say |
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Shhh... Listen To Her Heart Break |