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Sometimes we will die and sometimes we will fly away
Either way you're by my side until my dying days
And if I'm not there and I'm far away
I said, "Don't be afraid."
I said, "Don't be afraid. We're going home."

So the hearse ran out of gas
A passenger person grabbed a map
And the driver inside it contrived a new route to save the path
And checked his watch and grabbed a cab
A beautifully plain taxi cab
A cab, had a cleared out back and two men started to unpack

Driving once again
But now this time there were three men
And then I heard one of them say,
"I know the night will turn to gray
I know the stars will start to fade
When all the darkness fades away
We had to steal him from his fate
So he could see another day."

Then I cracked open my box
Someone must have picked the lock
A little light revealed the spot
Where my fingernails had fought
Then I pushed it open more
Pushing up against the door
Then I sat up off the floor
And found the breath I was searching for

Then there were three men up front
All I saw were backs of heads
And then I asked them, "Am I alive and well or am I dreaming dead?
And then one turned around to say,
"We're driving toward the morning sun
Where all your blood is washed away
And all you did will be undone."

I said, "Don't be afraid."