I plan to die, once I'm over with this life
And even though I like you (a bit)
I think I'll say goodbye.
But won't you miss me
That part of the chicken soup
which you never liked
Won't you miss me
That pale, sick taste of chicken flavoured weakness
I plan to die, once I'm over with this life.
And even though I like you (a bit)
I think I'll say goodbye.
But won't you miss me
That part of the chicken soup
which you never liked
Won't you miss me
That pale, sick taste of chicken flavoured weakness
I plan to die, once I'm over with this life.
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