Sometimes I feel like life is just a game, and I get urge to jump in front of a moving train. But like some kind of sick joke, you keep me alive, Every time I pass out, you’re there to revive. When I die cremate me, turn my ashes into diamonds, and turn those shining diamonds into a crystal ball. Make it the center piece, glimering and shimmering in the middle of the dance hall
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