| Did you drop your torch in the dark?
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| The lights went out;
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| You scraped along the wall to find the door.
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| Did you fall from the pavement, again?
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| You woke up screaming —
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| Alone, and covered in sweat.
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| Where are your comrades, now?
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| They must be lost…
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| Where are your comrades, now?
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| Could you buy the opulence
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| Of peers and promises?
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| Wise not to wait…
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| In the haze of the moment, they said:
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| «He was all about the morals,»
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| And swiftly sent humility to bed.
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| And even thouh they’re all liars and thieves,
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| Your own act of contrition
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| Was deemed to be enough to cut you free.
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| Where are your comrades, now?
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| They must be fools…
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| Where are your comrades, now?
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| Could you buy the opulence
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| Of peers and promises,
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| Dusted on their face?
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| Was your sinking ship quickly hemorrhaging rats,
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| All the way down?
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| Were you disconnected, when a common sap
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| Showed you that it’s such a cruel world?
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| Head-pausing refrain!
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| Did you think that if that’s the way they played,
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| When all is said and done,
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| You’re better off without them, anyway??? |