Why don't you be the artist, and make me out of clay?
Why don't you be the writer, and decide the words I say?
Because I'd rather pretend I'll still be there at the end...
Only it's too hard to ask, won’t you try to help me?
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Why don't you be the artist, and make me out of clay?
Why don't you be the writer, and decide the words I say?
Because I'd rather pretend I'll still be there at the end...
Only it's too hard to ask, won’t you try to help me?