When I die
Everyone will lose site of me
And I will lose site of them
All of the dreams that we had
Will turn into dust
Or some form of energy
That you carry around like the plague
As you try to forget your memories
And all our friends will write new songs
And sing "everyone carry on, carry on"
I'm made up of rubber bands
Dried up and cracked down the middle
Can't hold on to the salt anymore
I threw it back into the sea
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