Consider the situation Im in denial of this In nine years, disease will kill me Let her destroy the beauty I dont remember you Just the things you did You dont remember me Just what you had to do Ill take the cab home and leave my heart in the backseat To become a statistic in a magazine Because, in nine years, disease will kill me Consider the situation Im in denial of this In nine years, disease will kill me Let her destroy the beauty I dont remember you Just the things you did, I dont remember You dont remember me Just what you had to do, you dont remember Ill take the cab home And leave my heart in the backseat To become a statistic in a magazine In nine years, disease will kill me I dont want this memory I dont need this memory I dont need this memory, this memory Ill leave it in the backseat with my heart, in the cab
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