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Well I know I spend a bit too much on clothesAnd I must admit I care a bit too much about my hairAnd it's true I eat my food for taste or comfort not for hungerI am sorry that I live my life as if you were not thereWhen you, you wonder if you'll wake each dayAnd you, you gather secretly to prayAnd you, you know that death's a part of livingAnd you are my sister and my brotherSo maybe I should pray a little harderA picture of you flashes through my mindWhen I think about the way you live and die each dayBut I am so comfortably removed from your situationIt is not hard to forget about the price you pay From Letras Mania