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Cause all I want is to know for sure
That when I die I lived the best that I could
We're all falling down the rabbit hole
So hold my hand and never let it go

And the pages they are always turning
As we watch the towers burning
Well it's fast times, it's fucked-up times
It's beautiful times, and it's good, good times
Oh, good times
Good, good times

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