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they're never gonna miss you til you're gone 
but your song will carry on
through the tunnel of despair 
i will rise as Terance Bron
delt the hand that i was plaid 
and i stayed different in my ways 
although i never got to say 
thanks for granting what i want

i don't wanna leave escaping from the prison that i make 
i'll do the time for any crime of life my mind made me create 
i fell hard i'll admit and i can't say that i can leave 
until im standing like a soldier trade the gun for olive leaves

branch away from the negative so long as you see me
as a destructive force of good who'll make you better than i'll leave 
i wanna say a proper speech and then i'll practice what i preach
and exorcise the demons in my closet steady taunting me

i don't wanna go away and see my face upon the news
because i knew i couldn't take it and i had nothing to lose
or i'm in a territory saying words that i would use
and lose my life because i'm different talking to a walking fuse 

i don't wanna be that person thats completely out of range 
i love you so and i am not prepared to handle all the change

i don't wanna be the person that will always let you down
though my words were always sharp i swore i'll always be around

i dont want for her to win and see me leave while looking down
when she has everything i wanted just because she let me go

i just don't wanna leave in ways that i don't even know
if i don't pull out all the weeds in time i'm never gonna grow

but i look at all the seeds 
i've affected all my life

all the friends and enemies
all the pain and all the strife

i don't wanna clean the slate
put some more upon my plate

so i have to leave a final gift to you

    with love,
Horton the Great

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