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Death to me is all you see
But what you don't is what I'll be...

When I was alive, I was depressed
And now I'm dead, I feel refreshed...

I sliced my thigh until I bled
Tears of joy is what I shed...

I put the rope around my throat
Then I jump and there I go...

Death to me is all you see
But now my spirit is finally free...

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