| There will be nothing left
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| All is lived in vain
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| you can check out late
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| Or else die tomorrow
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| You can drink water
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| You can drink wine
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| Life is like this
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| And when all stops
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| Nothing left of our bazaars
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| None of our conquests
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| No more ideas
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| No more stupid ideas
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| Not more than treasures
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| Nothing left of our body
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| Neither hate nor look
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| No regrets or remorse
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| That we died stupid
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| Smart or strong
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| No more trace of you
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| Millionaires or penniless
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| The talk the dollars
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| The color or the taste
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| Let's disappear so soon
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| When will all disappear
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| Without reason without morality
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| Neither good nor bad
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| nothingness the black hole
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| Nothing will be left
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| If nothing is a fool
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| The whole is its equal
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| Even though we've all seen
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| Even if we didn't know
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| If one wanted to believe
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| Afraid of being disappointed
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| If one believed the beautiful
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| Or if we didn't believe anything
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| There will be nothing left
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| There will be nothing left
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| There will be nothing left
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| And don't take my hand
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| There will be nothing left
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| There will be nothing left
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| There will be nothing left
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| We can leave tomorrow
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| We crave the sun
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| And for him it's the same
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| It can be billions
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| Years that he marvels
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| For him too banco
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| The day the standby
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| Then we cry out to the moon
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| She only answers us once
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| Barbaric explanation
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| We know that each
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| Or each without gifts
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| Go live for plums
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| If I grew up without faith
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| If I lived without law
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| IF I keep hope
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| To end up with you
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| My dream one day ends
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| All go down, all go
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| We take vows of abstinence
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| Or feeds on excess
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| We live in chance
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| We plan ahead
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| We're cold we're hot
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| We fear we trust
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| We spend years
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| Looking lost
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| We get out of the fog
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| We see ourselves surrounded
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| We understand with a heavy heart
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| That all will be forgotten
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| Then time for a smile
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| We see the worst
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| The one who without regard
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| Take us to grow old
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| It's time for a sob
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| It's time to end it
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| There will be nothing left
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| There will be nothing left
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| There will be nothing left
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| And don't take my hand
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| There will be nothing left
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| There will be nothing left
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| There will be nothing left
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| We can die tomorrow
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| There will be nothing left
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| There will be nothing left
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| There will be nothing left
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| And don't take my hands
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| There will be nothing left
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| There will be nothing left
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| There will be nothing left
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| We'll die tomorrow
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| AND one day all finished
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| Even infinity runs away
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| We live here we go somewhere else
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| We care
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| We're right we're wrong
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| We admit it and then we laugh
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| There will be nothing left
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| If you listen well
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| These gentlemen the story
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| Anyway, that's the end
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| Of a song of which soon
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| There will be nothing left
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| (Thanks to Cactus for these lyrics) |