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What are we going to do,
On that one cold morning,
The birds in your ears and the sun on your face,
When you decide the rest of your life? 

What are we going to do, 
When in that hot afternoon, 
So completely different from yesterday, 
Where you decide where you want to be?  

What are we going to do, 
On that eerily silent night, 
When we’re left alone with our own thoughts, 
Here, the only warmth coming from our embrace? 

What are we going to do, 
When you decide to go our separate ways? 
What am I going to do,
When I can’t leave you? 

What am I going to do, 
In thousands of weeks from now, 
Standing over the murky water, 
Knowing you’re never coming back?

Cry, probably. 


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