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I got a cup and a straw from the cashier
I wonder what I will drink
I wonder what I will think

I could get a Fanta
I could get Coca-Cola
I could get a root beer
In my eye I form a tear

I wonder about all of the drinks in the world
But after that drink I had I think I hurled

I don't remember much
It was all blurry and such
But I just had a hunch
That the soda I had was bad at lunch

I felt all sick and stuff
My body had had enough
What was even in that drink
But I think it brought me to the brink

It could have been a Fanta
It could have been a Coca-Cola
It could have been a root beer
But this was all my greatest fear

I could have had a Dr Pepper
I could have had a lemonade
That's not a soda at all
But it might have been better to sit and stall

I should have gotten a lemonade
I feel my vision fade
Whatever that soda was could not have stayed
After all of it I felt like I'd been played

It could have been a Fanta
It could have been a Coca-Cola
It could have been whatever the hell
I lay there on the ground now, just a shell

Standing there at the funeral
Everybody watched me go down
Now I'm buried in the ground
My tombstone says

Here lies SacriStuff
They had had just enough
Soda