Why do we act
Like tomorrow exists
Yesterday's a factor
Some today's we want to miss
In a world in which life
Can be taken at any moment
We wish away time
Or cling onto that that's over
Imagine going outside
And dancing in the street
People might stop and stare
But where's the pain, in being free
Imagine going outside
And singing your favourite song
People might think you crazy
Or they might just sing along
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