The future is not set, there is no fate but what we make for ourselves.
No sky, no earth, but still snowflakes fall
We are all birds, birds of a different feather, we each sing the way we sing and we are all in this together.
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For the bad times I cannot be acquitted or let off as the bullet enters my head,
For the good times I wish for 5 minutes in heaven before the devil knows I'm dead.