David Lingabee Songs & Songwriting

I realized truth too late again,
I know I’m going to die,
Those things I wanted to do this time,
Again, just passed me by.

That recurring moment of future,
You’d think I would have learned,
It’s too late to do what I really want,
I hope I can return.

I should’ve really planned things,
Not just now but future lives,
Amnesia always a reminder of,
That death is no revive.

Chorus
The beautiful sadness of dying,
Is such an old old game,
It makes you believe you’re mortal,
When it’s really just your name.
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My body blocks the vision
To stably see ahead,
It’s such a one life reminder that
I swap for me instead.

I have an urge for freedom,
I have an urge to fly,
I have an urge to be myself,
And begin the search for why.

Chorus
The beautiful sadness of dying,
Is such an old old game,
It makes you believe you’re mortal,
When it’s really just your name.
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