| You think you’ll get under ol' monsieur’s lid
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| And try to imagine all the things that he did
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| You don’t know where I’m gonna go
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| You don’t know where I’ll go
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| I’ll go none too bravely into the night
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| I’m so tired of living the suicide life
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| That ain’t no reason to live
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| Wake up in the night and think of all the years
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| Falling from the ceiling and covering your ears
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| You don’t know how you’re gonna get out
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| You don’t know how you’ll get out
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| I’ll go none too bravely into the night
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| I’m so tired of living the suicide life
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| That ain’t no reason to live
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| Call up your best friend and tell him a lie
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| You’ve got to be kidding, I’m not really high
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| I don’t know where I’m gonna go
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| I don’t know where I’ll go
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| I’ll go none too bravely into the night
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| I’m so tired of living the suicide life
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| That ain’t no reason to live |