| Who robbed the cradle, who robbed the grave
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| Who’s the one that asked to be saved
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| No, wo-wo-wo no answer came
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| I moved to the country that cried of shame
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| I left my home and found a name
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| No, nobody could explain
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| Have mercy, cried the blacksmith
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| How’re you gonna replace human hands
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| Found guilty, said the judge
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| For not being in demand
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| Frozen fingers at the keyboard
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| Could this be the big reward
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| No, no answer came
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| Brought up everybody to see for themselves
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| They wouldn’t believe it from no one else
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| No, nobody could explain
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| Dead tongue said the poet
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| To the daughter of burlesque
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| Cocteau, Van Gogh and Geronimo
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| They used up what was left
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| Cry wolf, said the martyr
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| I don’t believe I’m alive
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| You’re the hero, said the mute
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| And you’re bound to survive |