They stare
I wish I could tell them
Not to despair
It is a thing
To die so young
I wish I could tell them
But I cannot tell them
Not to look at me
Not to worry
I've moved on
Say so long
Say so long
All the people
They walk around
I wish I could stand there
To tell them go away
It is a thing to be a spectacle
Just because
I've been slain
I wish I could tell them
But I cannot tell them
Not to look at me
Not to worry
I've moved on
Say so long
Say so long
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