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Leaving his life behind him Resting the body that confined him Releasing his soul from the earth He's proved his worth and lived a long time So now it is time for us to say goodbye Fighting with tragedy Angels won't hear his plea They're ripping his soul from the earth And all that he could have been will never be seen So now we're obliged to say goodbye And it hurts for those who are left behind But I don't really think that I mind Which one of the fateful kind I'll be It doesn't worry me Life is a fragile thing A work of art I'm a colour in And I want my strokes to show Whether they're short or long is of no matter As long as they are strong when I have to go And it hurts for those who are left behind But I don't really think that I mind Which one of the fateful kind I'll be It doesn't worry me Aus Songtexte Mania