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I want to know where I'll go when I die.

I want to know who will say that it's alright.

I want to know, I want to know, I want to know.

Will the stones still seem cold?

Will I sit around and just be bored?

I want to know where will I go when I am dead.

Will I see the people I talk to in my head?

I want to know, I want to know, I want to know.

Will I sit under an oak and will he talk to me?

Will I sit in the sand by an endless sea?

I want to know

Will I laugh, will I argue, will I make love to my queen?

Will I sit around a fire and tell tales of what I've seen?

I want to know, I want to know, I need to know.

- Caisear Bahn Fear

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