Write that on my epitaph, sir
That I'm braced every day
and stroked off every stamp
Write that in my obituary,
Prepare all you want, but don't forget
This stone is getting wilder,
For that last inning of this magical game
So I aimed the camera straight
Then I grinned an d I spread out the flame
I wanna be remembered that way
and I dance in the street
When you hear the band swing,
Prepare all you want, but don't forget
The storm is getting wilder,
For that last in ning of this magical game
So I ate the candle brick
Then I creamed and I spit out the flame
Prepare all you want, but don't forget
The storm is getting wilder,
Then I grinned an d I spit out the flame
So I ate the candle's wick
like it was the beginning
Then I grinned and I spit
For that last bit of this magical game
Then I grinned and I spit
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