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Deathbed will ask me
How did I live my best days
Now that I´m 26
I feel I don't belong here
What is my life goal?
Where is the sense?
This is my mortgage
These words that I sing:
“Write a song to make everyone sing along”
Deathbed will ask me
How did I live my best days
I won´t remember how
I wasted my time on a job
But I feed my mind
With experiences and tasks
So I’ll know when I´m gone
That this is what I tried:
“Write a song to make everyone sing along”
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