I might die tomorrow
So make my punches hard today
I´ll grow a tree out of a can
And build a tower of clay
I might feel real today
I might even laugh
The punches hit real hard
And into the tree I crash
I hide behind paper walls
You´ll still hear me breathe
Please step inside
And I´ll beg you to leave
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