| I am looking around, laid down in my coffin
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| See faces with tears in their eyes
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| But hey wasn’t (that) her?
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| And I also see the guy who used to hate me so much?
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| And I don’t need mourning laments
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| To be sincere you can kiss my ass
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| If you had to tell me something
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| I can do nothing, now I’m dead and gone
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| I’m singing proud my final song
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| Dedicated to the ones still living
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| I’m singing loud my final song
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| For the ones who have ears to hear
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| Don’t you think it’s sardonic?
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| You’re considered a great one
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| But no one has shaken your hand
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| I don’t wanna end up like Poe or Van Gogh
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| Not knowing what they’d have become
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| So listen, I don’t want your tears when I’m gone
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| Please smile at me 'till I’m still fond
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| Call me a cynic, have passed all the limits
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| But now I’m here…
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| …singing proud my final song
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| Dedicated to the ones still living
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| I’m singing loud my final song
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| For the ones who have ears to hear
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| This is not my final song
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| More words and notes are in my pocket
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| This is not my final song
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| There are more stories to tell
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| Life often offers unreal circumstances
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| A theatre of souls, a circus of dances
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| Everything does happen for a real reason
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| I surely don’t know, I’m victim of treason
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| This funeral march starts to be boring
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| This coffin is narrow, the suit is too sober
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| Pass me my hat and my broken guitar
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| And sing me this final song bizarre |