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If I died tomorrow would I be proud
Of the things that I've done
In my final moments when let go
Will I feel like my battle was won
This is my final attempt
To take something from this life
This is my futile attempt to
To make something from this life
It's come to this
This is my last shot to hit or miss
And I've failed before
This is my last shot to hit or miss
If I died tomorrow would I hate all the things that I've tried
In my final moments when I let go
What would flash before my eyes
This is my final attempt
To take something from this life
This is my futile attempt to
To make something from this life
It's come to this
This is my last shot to hit or miss
And I've failed before
This is my last shot to hit or miss
If I died tomorrow
How would I explain all this
If I died tomorrow
How much of you would I miss