| We went to see you at the hospital
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| In your bed, you were already skeletal
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| It was a matter of time before you died
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| Cancer was eating you from inside
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| So we decided to take you with us
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| So you could at least spend your last minutes
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| Away from those strangers in the cold
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| We can’t leave a dog on the threshold
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| When your pain was unbearable
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| Like molten lead pour in your innards
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| You took morphine to get some relief
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| Instantly falling in a coma-like sleep
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| And I often wondered where you were then
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| In a no man’s land? |
| Not far from heaven?
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| In a color dream where you could screw
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| All those women who didn’t want you?
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| You were there, Death without poetry
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| Grotesque and scandalous nudity
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| I wanted to weep but tears didn’t come
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| My heart stood still like a frozen sun
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| I could only stare at your open eyes
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| Your mouth tensed with a silent cry
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| Your shoulder blades under the skin
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| Protruding like two shriveled wings
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| In the night, you knocked on oblivion’s door
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| I found you still on the bathroom floor
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| In a ring of clotted blood
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| A fist in the face, my first cadaver
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| So different than the other corpses I’ve seen
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| Liars in black suits, masquerade!
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| Perfectly prepared for the human parade
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| A fake prayer in the funeral comedy |