Any time I reflect on the tragic passing of George Michael, I'm reminded of the prescient lyrics he wrote four years prior in White Light when he almost died from pneumonia:
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"One less star in the atmosphere
Change that channel that could've been me
So I just kept breathing my friends
Waiting for the man to choose
Saying this ain't the day that it ends
'Cause there's no white light
And I'm not through
I'm alive
I'm alive
And I've got so much more that I want to do with the music
Was it music that saved me?
Or the way that you prayed for me?
Guess either way I thank you
I'm alive"
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