| Human nature plays with nature
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| But the nature isn’t playing
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| Some want to rebuild a future
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| I say stop slaying stop slaying
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| My hotel room is crackling
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| Buildings are full of souls falling
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| And families all struggling
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| Are turning dead from low ceiling
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| Maybe I am ready to leave?
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| I have lived well for a loner
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| Maybe I am ready to leave?
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| I have lived well for a loner
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| My hotel room from the 10th floor
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| My last dancefloor as I should tell
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| My all bedroom has no before
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| And no later no clientele
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| Facing fate and I can’t fake
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| When death is there your dances end
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| When days are done all you can take
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| Is a deep breath and be decent
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| Maybe I am ready to leave?
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| I have lived well for a loner
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| Maybe I am ready to leave?
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| I have lived well for a loner
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| Maybe I am ready to leave?
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| I have lived well for a loner
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| Maybe I am ready to leave?
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| I have lived well for a loner |