| It’s too late now to help yourself.
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| Time for the Maker to help himself.
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| Foolish man with days to live,
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| Waste not your time.
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| It’s way too late to save your soul in time.
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| You’re far too old your soul to find,
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| You’ve wrecked your head,
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| And blown your mind.
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| It’s too late to find your music soul.
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| It’s too late now to help yourself.
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| Time for the Maker to help himself.
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| It’s too late to find your music soul.
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| In younger men, you watch yourself,
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| Destroy themselves like you.
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| It’s way too late to save their lives in time.
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| You’re far too old their souls to find,
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| You’ve wrecked your head,
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| And blown your mind.
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| It’s too late to find your music soul.
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| It’s too late now to help yourself.
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| Time for the Maker to help himself.
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| It’s too late to find your music soul. |