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Took my favorite gun
Put it to my head
Pulled that little trigger
Now I am dead
Oh what a beautiful day
Took my favorite shovel
Dug my own grave
Oh what a beautiful day
Wake up every morning
Never rested head
Reminded of the reasons
To go get out of bed and face the world
Chase the spark you once lost
I will go to sleep one night
I will not wake up
It's alright I don't mind
I get to thank you God
Oh what a beautiful day