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  • It makes me nervous when my phone rings and certain numbers flash.
    It has happened in the past.

    It's that phone call that changes many things.
    The kiss of death, the scent of a coffin and the clouds of grief I see.

    Many a times I've known it before I've said the word "hello".
    Cursed is the man that can tell before time, I know.

    The count has gone up, the sun has grown dim.
    Now some numbers don't exist and I don't call on them, I'm not that foolish.

    Year after year the struggle has simplified itself.
    No I'm not proud today but I certainly am strong.

    In the past I did say try me instead of why me.
    Only to learn it's a good line and a bad challenge.

    We don't mess with the power that gave us our life
    We do not want to mock and provoke it to take our life
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