Sometimes I feel I have spent an eternity waiting to be born,
That I might live,
That I might die,
That I may spend and eternity being dead.
It sometimes seems as though I am a thin slice of ham,
Sandwiched between two infinitely thick slices of bread.
That I might live,
That I might die,
That I may spend and eternity being dead.
It sometimes seems as though I am a thin slice of ham,
Sandwiched between two infinitely thick slices of bread.
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