| I can’t remember why I left my hometown
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| And why I moved to this city, that got me stranded by the tide
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| I wonder who I was those days and who I’m going to be
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| But to secure peace is still the best way to prepare for war
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| This world made me an alcoholic
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| This world makes me wanna die in my sleep
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| This world made me a junkie, dyed-in-the-wool
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| This world made me a razor-eater, a homeless fool
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| No Man is an Island, entire of itself
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| Every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main
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| I am involved in mankind, and so are you
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| Cause we are both part of this vast and moribund clutter
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| And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls
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| 'Cause it tolls for you and me, it tolls for you and me
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| It tolls for you, for you and me
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| I didn’t believe you, as you once compared love to flames
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| But I guess you were right, 'cause both leave nothing but ashes
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| For me, love was never tied to conditions
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| In the end I loved you but I chose darkness
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| I chose darkness
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| I chose darkness
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| My dear I lost you, as this city lost me
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| We lost our shelter, we even lost the sea
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| Day after day keeps elapsing, some day we’ll call it years
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| I’m on my own now but every stranger looks like you
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| The traces we leave are vague, but they still catch sight
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| Sadly, I’m still lost in this city where I shouldn’t be at all
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| It’s hard to wake up from a nightmare
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| When you’re not even asleep
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| But this world breaks everyone
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| And afterwards some are strong at the broken places |