Please think of me
When I'm gone
When I'm gone
Please think of me
When I'm gone
When I'm gone
Live, Live, Live, Live
I'll never be a physical man
When the tempers flair
Never be the type to care
About a awkward stare
Let's be the incomparable, Dare-able
Natural, warmth, southern currents
Drift through our figure tips
As the setting sun melts off
And drip into an abyss
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