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Everything’s connected, right? Everything’s connected

You’re with me all the time
I think I know you better than I did when we were hanging out together
What’s it like where you’ve gone?
Well, I can feel it, it’s ok, I know you can’t say
But you’ve been with me all day, I have to tell you
When it happened, I couldn’t cry for ages
But when it hit me, I fucking screamed like a lion in a cage
And, look, I fasted, I didn’t eat a thing for, like, a week
And I just walked across the heath in the rain
Spittin’ bars to the grass, and listenin’ to the cars skidding past
I thought life would get more real or something more fast
But it didn’t
When I look at your son, though
Life’s hidden meanings come to the front of my vision
And it’s weird, the way I see it right now, it’s so strong
I’d never be the person I’d become if you would never gone
Everything’s connected, right? Everything’s connected
And even if I can’t read it right, everything’s a message
We die so the others can be born
We age so the others can be young
The point of life is live, love
If you can, then pass it on, right?
We die so the others can be born
We age so the others can be young
The point of life is live, love
If you can, then pass it on