the sun goes down on another day
and you are one step closer to
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the breeze on you face feels nice
and the hues of the sky are
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the sun comes up on another day
and you are one step closer to
dy-
ing
the feathers in your pillow feel soft
and the smell of the coffee is
consum-
ing
the sun shows noon on another day
and you are one step closer to
dy-
ing
the laughter of the children is happy
and the heated asphalt is
pain-
ful
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