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I was born into self-actualization I knew exactly who I was But I never got my chance to be young So when you lay me inside of a coffin Bury me on the side of the hill That's a good place to get some thinking done It didn't work out the way that I planned it They all seem to want to take it away Everything that I thought to be true So it's obvious to me somebody Somewhere must have really done a number on you And I know because the f**ers got me too All the pretty horseS All flowers and trees They will all mean less than nothing When it all has come to be God sent me a vision of the future In a dream on a Saturday night And I see no reason to celebrate For when I saw it I wept like a child It came to me like a knife in the chest You and me and everyone, forever, to ache and ache and ache So Father, if it's possible Let this cup pa** me by But if it can't without my drinking it Then thy will be done