| I saw her today, I saw her face
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| Was the face I loved and I knew
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| I had to run away
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| And get down on my knees and pray-ay
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| That they’d go away
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| But still they begin…
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| Needles and pins
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| Needles and pins
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| Needles and pins…
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| I heard somebody fixed today
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| There was no last goodbyes to say
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| His will to live ran out
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| I heard somebody turned to dust
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| Looking back at what he left
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| A list of plans and photographs
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| Songs that never will be sung
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| These are the things he won’t get done
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| The things he won’t get done…
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| I’ve seen the man use the needle
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| Seen the needle use the man
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| I’ve seen them crawl from the cradle
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| To the gutter on their hands
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| They fight a war but it’s fatal
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| It’s so hard to understand
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| I’ve seen the man use the needle
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| Seen the needle use the man
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| Just one shot to say goodbye
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| One last taste to mourn and cry
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| Scores and shoots, the lights go dim
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| Just one shot to do him in
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| He hangs his head and wonders why
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| Why the monkey only lies, lies, lies…
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| But pay the pauper, he did choose
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| He hung his head inside the noose
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| He hung his head inside the noose, oh…
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| I’ve seen the man use the needle
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| Seen the needle use the man
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| I’ve seen them crawl from the cradle
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| To the coffin on their hands
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| They fight a war but it’s fatal
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| It’s so hard to understand
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| I’ve seen the man use the needle
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| Seen the needle use the man
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| Cryptic writing on the wall
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| The beginning of the end
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| I’ve seen myself use the needle
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| Seen the needle in my hand
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| I’ve seen the man use the needle
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| Seen the needle use the man
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| I’ve seen them crawl from the cradle
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| To the coffin on their hands
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| They fight a war but it’s fatal
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| It’s so hard to understand
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| I’ve seen myself use the needle
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| Seen the needle in my hand
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| In my hand, in my hand
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| In my hand! |