Much Longer Than You Think
Much longer than you think
Rejoice every day of your life
even if you'll live for too long
but remember, when you die
you'll be dead much longer
And after death nothing you can change
but you can change yourself before death
Don't be afraid of a broken heart
don't be afraid to fall down
but getting used to be falling, running to the extremes
makes you be anxious
And after death nothing you can change
but you can change yourself before death
so turn your heart into pure love
this will make you live much longer than you think
Yesterday disappeared,
tomorrow is somewhere waiting
today is possible to change
your heart into pure love
whole yourself and everything around
It is so sad when the heart is broken
but more terrible is when it turns into stone
a lot of shit around makes your heart be suffering
but is it my destiny, always be crying
between dark clouds of death?
Well I guess not! Well I guess not,
I'm cutting off sharp jaws of death,
Yeah, I'm cutting off sharp jaws of death,
I'm cutting off sharp jaws of death
away from me...
And remember, there's a love of Christ
pierced in blood
die with him and you'll be alive
much longer than you think
much longer
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