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I believe there's a time when the cord of life
Should be cut, my friends. Cut the cord, my friend.
I believe there's a time when the cord can be cut
And this vision ends
But I'm gonna die in a place that don't know my name
And I'm gonna cry in a space that don't hold my fame.
Walking in the cold
Just keep on flying
There'll be a searchlight
On the mountain high
God knows my lonely soul
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