| Years ago, you said to me,
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| «I think I’m losing the fight,
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| Or the fight’s losing me, I’m not certain,»
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| And here we are-the closing scenes,
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| And all the house lights come up,
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| Oh, the falling of our final curtain…
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| I’ve played a role for so long that I’ve forgotten myself,
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| But I said I’d be there and I’m keeping my word,
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| You’ve played yourself so well,
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| And now I want to be you,
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| A great imitation of losing my nerve.
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| Oh, it’s over,
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| And everything is wrong, everything has gone,
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| And I know that everything means nothing,
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| Oh, it’s over,
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| But I don’t want to fight, I don’t want to be right,
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| I know that everything means nothing,
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| On the road to Damascus they fell.
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| I saw the light-I saw the light!
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| But hey, it never saw me,
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| Oh, conversation has just left me heathen,
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| And we could wait a thousand years,
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| Perhaps a million or more,
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| If it’s worth waiting for, but I’m leaving,
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| So on to a mecca of earthly delights,
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| Depression is only desire deprived,
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| Once more unto the breach and fuck my getting it right,
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| We’ve died for so long, let’s just get out alive.
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| 'Cause it’s over,
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| And everything is wrong, everything has gone,
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| And I know that everything means nothing,
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| Oh, it’s over,
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| But I don’t want to fight, I don’t want to be right,
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| I know that everything means nothing,
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| On the road to Damascus they fell,
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| Well I’ve been to Damascuc.
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| It’s hell, hell is where I’m gonna be,
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| The devil my intimate friend,
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| And hell is other people’s hearts,
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| And knowing that everything must end.
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| Oh, it’s over…
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| And everything is wrong, everything has gone,
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| And I know that everything means nothing,
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| Oh, it’s over,
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| But I don’t want to fight, I don’t want to be right,
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| I know that everything means nothing,
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| On the road to Damascus they fell,
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| Well, I’ve been to Damascus as well. |