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The doctor says I’m dying I die a little every day But he’s got no prescription that could Take my death away The doctor says it don’t look so good It’s terminal Some folks die in offices one day at a time They could live a hundred years But their soul’s already died Don’t let your spirit die before your body does We’re terminal, we’re terminal We’re terminal We are, we are the living souls With terminal hearts, terminal parts Flickering like candles, shimmering like candles We’re fatally flawed, we’re fatally flawed Whenever I start cursing at the traffic or the phone I remind myself that we have all got cancer in our bones Don’t yell at the dead, show a little respect It’s terminal, it’s terminal We are, we are the living souls With terminal hearts, terminal parts Flickering like candles, flickering like candles We’re fatally flawed, we’re fatally flawed We are, we are the living souls With terminal hearts, terminal parts Flickering like candles, flickering like candles We’re fatally...

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