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end of the road
The end of the road
Is NOT a fun place to be
Its a place we dont choose to be
But sometimes, we go on a surprise visit
Down the lonely end of the road
Where its dak and scary
And frankly it smells like death
And some of us take our very ast breath
At the miserable end of the road
Though if you get a chance
Inhale, breathe deep
And take just a few steps back
At the end of the road
Theres a path that goes
Back to where you came from
The road is long
Its hard
And you may want to give up, its true
But on the road, youll finally see
Your family and friends were waiting oh so patiently
Youll find your smiles and giggles
And at last
Youll look in the mirror
And youll be able to see
The you that you used to be
Is NOT a fun place to be
Its a place we dont choose to be
But sometimes, we go on a surprise visit
Down the lonely end of the road
Where its dak and scary
And frankly it smells like death
And some of us take our very ast breath
At the miserable end of the road
Though if you get a chance
Inhale, breathe deep
And take just a few steps back
At the end of the road
Theres a path that goes
Back to where you came from
The road is long
Its hard
And you may want to give up, its true
But on the road, youll finally see
Your family and friends were waiting oh so patiently
Youll find your smiles and giggles
And at last
Youll look in the mirror
And youll be able to see
The you that you used to be
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