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How did Camus really die that night?

Were they right?

When he died was it really his time?

Or was it suicide?

And Holden Caulfield was a friend of mine

We go drinking from time to time

And I find

It get’s harder every time

Back off

But you’re out on the street again

Don’t you stop

Did you know you couldn’t swim?

Back off

Until you’re out on the street again

I’m not gonna play if there ain’t no way I’ll win

Hemingway never seemed to mind

The banalities of a normal life

And I find

It get’s harder every time

So he aimed the shotgun into the blue

Placed his face in between the two and sighed:

«Here's to life»

Back off

But you’re out on the street again

Don’t you stop

Did you know you couldn’t swim?

Back off

Until you’re out on the street again

I’m not gonna play if there ain’t no way I’ll win

Hey there Salinger, what did you do

Just when the world was looking for you

To write anything that meant anything

You told us you were through

And it’s been years since you passed away

But I see no plaque and I see no grave

And I can’t help believing

You wanted it that way

Vincent Van Gogh, why do you weep?

You were on your way to heaven but the road was steep

And who was there to break your fall?

We’re guilty, one and all

And I don’t know much, but I do know this:

With a golden heart comes a rebel fist

But I can’t help agreeing

With those that would not quit

And it makes me sick when I think of it

All my heroes could not live with this

And I hope you rest in peace

Because with us you never did

And K.D.C, you were much too young

And you changed my life

But I draw the line at suicide

Here’s to life!

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