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The end is getting near
Things are coming to an end
leaving me breathless and gasping for air
I try to hold on and not lose what I have gained
but my mind and soul tell me I need to move on and my body tells me no
I work it to the bone and to the road of no returning
but I know this
things are coming to an end
I know in my gut and my seances tell me everyday
the end is getting near
I can hear it breathing on my neck and whispering in my ear
And it says: "keep your peace and know no pain for here I am, I am the end to all who are old and aging I can smell it in the air"
Death came to take my soul he seamed nice enough so I took his hand
THE END
leaving me breathless and gasping for air
I try to hold on and not lose what I have gained
but my mind and soul tell me I need to move on and my body tells me no
I work it to the bone and to the road of no returning
but I know this
things are coming to an end
I know in my gut and my seances tell me everyday
the end is getting near
I can hear it breathing on my neck and whispering in my ear
And it says: "keep your peace and know no pain for here I am, I am the end to all who are old and aging I can smell it in the air"
Death came to take my soul he seamed nice enough so I took his hand
THE END
Published 8th Dec 2012
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