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when I am ill
close to my time
give me this pill
let me expire
raised is the grim reapers scythe
palliative care
cool hand on my brow
sympathetic stares
thats all I need for now
the world intends to say chow
to slip away my last wish plead
all that tubes and clamor
are not what i need
my heart near its last murmur
save me from this tumor
heaven or hell my minds in an tremor
to Hadies and burn
or with angels forever
so cancel my ticket I shall not return
close to my time
give me this pill
let me expire
raised is the grim reapers scythe
palliative care
cool hand on my brow
sympathetic stares
thats all I need for now
the world intends to say chow
to slip away my last wish plead
all that tubes and clamor
are not what i need
my heart near its last murmur
save me from this tumor
heaven or hell my minds in an tremor
to Hadies and burn
or with angels forever
so cancel my ticket I shall not return
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