| Through Early Morning Fog I See
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| Visions Of The Things To Be
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| The Pains That Are Withheld For Me
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| I Realize And I Can See…
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| That Suicide Is Painless
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| It Brings On Many Changes
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| And I Can Take Or Leave It If I Please.
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| I Try To Find A Way To Make
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| All Our Little Joys Relate
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| Without That Ever-Present Hate
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| But Now I Know That It’s Too Late, And…
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| The Game Of Life Is Hard To Play
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| I’m Gonna Lose It Anyway
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| The Losing Card I’ll Someday Lay
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| So This Is All I Have To Say.
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| The Only Way To Win Is Cheat
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| And Lay It Down Before I’m Beat
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| And To Another Give My Seat
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| The Sword Of Time Will Pierce Our Skins
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| It Doesn’t Hurt When It Begins
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| But As It Works Its Way On In
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| The Pain Grows Stronger… Watch It Grin, But…
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| A Brave Man Once Requested Me
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| To Answer Questions That Are Key
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| 'Is It To Be Or Not To Be'
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| And I Replied 'Oh Why Ask Me?'
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| 'Cause Suicide Is Painless
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| It Brings On Many Changes
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| And I Can Take Or Leave It If I Please.
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| …And You Can Do The Same Thing If You Choose. |