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I got my life sail up on my boat, ready to receive my last wind, only thing I want before I go, is to see you at the end Sucking what little life is left for me, is my new chemo friend, Only thing I want is to open my eyes, and see you at the end It was my calling to give you life, to see you round each and every bend, to dry each tear you cried and now, I just want to see you at the end I've lived a good long life, never really asking for much, If I make it through and get my strength again, I just want to see you at the end Laying here alive and dead, so tired of taking on water, so tired of bailing overboard again, I just want to see you at the end I've always been there for you, will you be here now for me? when I open my eyes once again, I want to see you at the end I got my life sail up on my boat, ready to receive my last wind, only thing I want before I go, is to see you at the end
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