When all is said and done, will you keep me around for fun? Lay me out in the sun. Cook me 'till I'm done. Do to me what you will. Come in for the kill. Go ahead and look your fill. I'll be breathing still. I cannot be hurt by your lies. My will be done defies. My fingertips reach toward the skies. In this dream, you're the one who dies.
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