| Look at me, what have I become
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| I am lost I was once a gentleman
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| But the thief came out in my London town
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| So I must leave you now
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| But I will remember the ups and the downs
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| Goodbye my friends
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| Goodbye to the money
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| Adieu to the fuckers that think that it's funny
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| I just want to turn the lights on
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| in these volatile times
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| I just want to turn the lights on
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| in these volatile times
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| Look at me in the apocalypse
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| My European guilt, expecting instant fix
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| I imagine all the brutal services
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| Of ancient infidels
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| Of all the wounded and the crying witches
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| Goodbye my friends
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| Goodbye to the money
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| Adieu to the fuckers that think that it's funny
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| I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times
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| I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times
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| I drove through countries like a marching funeral
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| In the search of fools and utopias
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| Along the lonely roads with all the empty human souls
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| Filling their heavy hearts
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| With slum religion and Coca-Cola
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| Every book is read and I'm paralyzed
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| Every fist is clenched, but I'm so tired
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| Goodbye my friends
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| Goodbye to the money
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| Adieu to the fuckers that think that it's funny
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| I just want to turn the lights on
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| in these volatile times
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| I just want to turn the lights on
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| in these volatile (volatile) times |