From the depths of my soul
I feel this energy about to take hold
I don't know what to do
Which way to go
All I know is that I have to get away from here
Towards something I hold dear
This is not it
This is not what I want
In the meantime,
I'm trying to see the light
Too bright to let misery take hold
In this life, we only get old
To go off to a better place
A place called afterlife
Heaven
On earth
Peace on earth
If we have to be here
Might as well make the best of it
Turning lemons into lemonade
One, two, three, four
I'm going through the door.
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