| We shared the same name
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| We played the same game
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| This game called existence
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| But you were just a bit too intense
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| You looked at life with a paranoid stare
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| Trapped in your personal nightmare
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| You thought you were caught in a dead end
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| With both legs stuck in a quicksand
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| There was a hole inside of you
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| But you wouldn’t admit it was true
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| Filling the void with booze and dope
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| Around your throat, you tightened the rope
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| You had already lost touch
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| You were far away and out of reach
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| I felt guilty, but can one help
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| A lonely man who strangles himself?
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| Life can be fucking cruel
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| It always changes its own rules
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| You stopped to play like a fool
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| With a twelve gauges in the mouth
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| You pulled the trigger and that’s all
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| Brains splattered on the white wall
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| You left a letter on the bedside table
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| Wherein you wrote your last sick fable
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| I’ll always remember this cemetery
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| And the end of your funeral ceremony
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| The sun was too bright, splashing its light
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| But deep inside my heart it was dark as night
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| I saw this little box full of ashes
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| And wondered: «Is it all that remains of your past?»
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| No, you’re not condemned to the void
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| My memories can never be destroyed |