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box me up lay me in the clay

burn my poems and all my sad songs

like another but not the same

still it's funny what life does with you

most of us come back but not quite the same

well i just can't tell what to believe

i just cannot tell what i should be, living to try or dying to leave

like the master within the slave

breaking fear in a room with no view

like the other but not the same

still it's funny what life does with you

most of us come back but not quite the same

the devil is laughing engraving my name