Have you ever thought
Of how you'd like to die
An overdose on drugs
Would be an amazing high
But jumping out of a plane
Just to slam into the ground
You would be dead
Before you heard the sound
But when you stop to think
Just were do we go next
You might just stop
And prevent a broken neck
And for some of you
That thought might run through your head
But for people like me
I think we'd rather be dead
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