| Here I lie, I’m staring at
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| Clouds in shapes of dogs and cats
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| I hear a woman start to yell
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| «Oh, dear god, I think he fell!»
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| I’m the arrow shot straight to Hell from the bow of William Tell
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| My body lies kissing the ground like a cross turned upside down
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| A priest is rushing to my side
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| Begins to read me my last rites
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| «Father, you’re too late, my faith is weak
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| So won’t you save your half-hearted speech?»
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| I’m the arrow shot straight to Hell from the bow of William Tell
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| My body lies kissing the ground like a cross turned upside down
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| A man bends down and says, «Son
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| We’re gonna get through this one!
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| Take my hand, and let us pray!»
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| I scream, «Please get the fuck away!»
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| I’m the arrow shot straight to Hell from the bow of William Tell
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| My body lies kissing the ground like a cross turned upside down
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| The ambulance is singing as cops push back the crowd
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| I start to take my last breath as blood pours out my mouth
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| The medic’s walking my way, I think this could be it
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| I hear him start to state, «The time of death is half past six…»
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| I’m the arrow shot straight to Hell…
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| I’m the arrow shot straight to Hell… |