| He took a long look in the mirror
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| Shook his head
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| Felt the arms of God letting go
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| Couldn’t breathe
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| It had to stop
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| Voices screaming out inside of him
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| The world was turning black
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| Cold, cruel and vicious
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| Time was knocking on a closing door
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| Wanting more
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| Playing pieces of a life long play
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| In which the starring actor
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| Makes the world go around inside his head
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| Then suddenly the act is ending
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| The lights are dimming and the music’s fading
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| There was a woman lying on the floor
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| Blueish, pale
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| Staring a hole through his soul
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| There was blood underneath
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| The shotgun lying next too her
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| He mumbled «am I closer now
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| Is this the path that God has chosen out for me?»
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| Playing pieces of a life long play
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| In which the starring actor
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| Makes the world go around inside his head
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| Then suddenly the act is ending
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| The lights are dimming and the music’s fading
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| «Cut», he said. |
| «Let's wrap it up! |
| We’re finished here!»
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| Playing pieces of a life long play
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| In which the starring actor
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| Makes the world go around inside his head
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| Then suddenly the act is ending
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| The lights are dimming and the music’s fading |