| She said that life was not enough
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| Some of it’s alright but most of it’s too rough
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| Cause we’re not thoughts reeled off the cuffs
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| They were etched in hidden glass
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| Well as per usual an inside job
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| One less person left to raid, to run
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| One less body in a pointless mug
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| I guess it’s best to make it fast
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| And I will show things up
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| With a line and another cup
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| And of course I wish you luck
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| But there will be no happy end
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| The question is not why but when
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| You can deny again and again
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| But there will be no happy end
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| So just one thing before you go
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| You left your words, you may not care to know
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| When you have left me here or there
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| All that I’d have left is quiet prayer
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| And I will show things up
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| With a thousand lines and an endless cup
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| And I wish you every kind of luck
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| But there will be no happy end
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| The question is not why but when
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| You can deny again and again
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| But there will be no happy end |