| He will leave through the door in which he came
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| head bowed in shame, he gets the blame
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| Through the fight for his innocence was strong
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| his unsung song was sung SO WRONG
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| And so he hides in the heart of the city
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| Staring out the open window he just cries
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| As days pass by, he’s not eager to greet them
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| But his hope’s the only tonic that still drives
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| The days are lonely and then nights are desolate
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| Hanging out upon the wire
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| Aiming to escape from this pretend Babylon
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| But its much too late, another life He must create
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| He is a man of sorrow
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| Unoccupied, Dissatisfied
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| Living alone with his bottle and his doom
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| In the abyss Of Eternal Desire
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| Traveled down the roads signaled «Danger Up Ahead»
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| They lead him right into disaster
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| Now the mortal soul isn’t going anywhere
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| But He’s much too late
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| And now oblivion is all that awaits
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| He is a man of sorrow
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| Unoccupied, Dissatisfied
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| Living alone with his bottle and his doom
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| In the abyss Of Eternal Desire
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| He’s alone in the dark
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| Life is drifting on and on
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| Pieces are scattered everywhere
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| There’s no absolution
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| Yes He’s much too late
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| Like every man
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| He must bear his own fate
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| He is a man of sorrow
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| Unoccupied, Dissatisfied
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| Living alone with his bottle and his doom
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| But He’s much too late
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| He is a man of sorrow
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| Unoccupied, Dissatisfied
|
| Living alone with his bottle and his doom
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| In the abyss Of Eternal Desire
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| He is a man of sorrow
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| He will leave through the door in which he came…
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| …And so he hides in the heart of the city
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| …Staring out the open window he just cries… |