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Beck Already Dead

day All the treasures you could hold Days turn to sand, losing strength in every hand They can't hold you anymore Already dead to me now, already dead

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All the pleasures of the day All the treasures you could hold Days turn to sand Losing strength in every hand They can't hold you anymore Already dead

All the pleasures of the day All the treasures you could hold Days turn to sand Losing strength in every hand They can't hold you anymore Already dead