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I'll be the first to admit that I've made peace with death coming after me
I'll be at the old age of twenty-three
And have nothing left to see

And it won't be long before we reunite, it'll be just me and you
Both of us will know what to do
We can begin afterlife anew

I won't forget those summer days when it used to get so hot
Riding around in cars and drinking beer and smoking pot
Spent so much time together but we never fought

And every single memory will make for an even better end
I found a girl, I found a brother, and I found a best friend
And enough buds to make your mind bend.