| I’m wide awake, but I dream I sleep forever
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| To escape I would take my own life just or the pleasure
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| There' s no more holding on
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| No more holding back
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| You’re just in time for my final act
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| There’s a knife, there’s a gun
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| I’ve got some pills and some booze
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| Tie myself to train tracks, or hang from a noose
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| Either way, this will all be over soon
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| The next time you see me, I’ll be on the evening news
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| I’m wide awake, wide awake, but I dream I sleep forever
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| To escape I would take my own life just or the pleasure
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| There’s no life flashing before my eyes
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| I’m dying to see the other side
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| There’s awake, there’s awake
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| Closed casket, open seats, with black roses surrounding a picture of me
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| My mother, the only one who weeps over a tombstone that reads
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| «Out of his misery»
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| I’m wide awake, wide awake, but I dream I sleep forever
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| To escape I would take my own life just or the pleasure
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| There’s no life flashing before my eyes
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| I’m dying to see the other side
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| You did this to me, you’ll see
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| You did this to me
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| You’ll be sorry
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| I’m wide awake, wide awake, but I dream I sleep forever
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| To escape I would take my own life just or the pleasure
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| There’s no life flashing before my eyes
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| I’m dying to see the other side
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| You did this to me, you’ll see
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| You’ll be sorry
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| You did this to me, you’ll see
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| You’ll be sorry |