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I keep having this dream, I'm pushin' Hailie on the swing
And when I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn
And when I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn
The sky darkens, my life flashes, the plane that I was supposed to be on crashes
I look up, it's just me standing in the mirror
Put it to my brain and scream "die Shady" and pop it