| Stepped off a chair so he could learn to let loose
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| learn to let loose before the pendulum wore off
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| his final sound a gurgle and a cough
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| and his final words «the pendulum wore off»
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| stepped off a building to find concrete evidence
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| concrete evidence that he’d ever make an impact
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| fiction splattered into fact
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| and his fiction splattered into another sidewalk painting on display
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| stepped off a bridge so he could make a splash
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| to make a splash he had to flounder like a fish out of water
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| another lamb that chose the slaughter
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| stepped off a chair so he could learn to let loose
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| learn to let loose before the pendulum wore off
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| his final sound a gurgle and a cough
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| stepped off a platform and briefly made the news
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| made the news and made the trains run fifteen minutes late
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| oh what a price to pay to be the author of your fate
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| the trains were fifteen minutes late (to be the author of your fate)
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| c’est la vie! |
| a drooling old bitch and a house full of lies
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| c’est la vie! |
| the little things that kill you make you glad to be alive
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| c’est la vie! |
| disease in your genes and ocean levels on the rise
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| c’est la vie! |
| sing a song of living before everybody dies |