| My life is a sentence that carries no pardon
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| I can’t put you out of my misery now
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| So stunned by the beauty of this madhouse garden
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| I’ve taken my chances then lost them somehow
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| This body’s a temple, a shoddy construction
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| I’m digging my grave while boring the well
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| I’m paving a path to my own self-destruction
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| I won’t be content 'til I see me in Hell
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| No I won’t be content 'til I see me in Hell
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| I’ve looked back on my time, the names and the faces
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| A child long ago that I nearly forgot
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| And felt like someone who’d just stepped on the place
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| Where the last stair should have been, then found it was not
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| Life’s just a process of delamination
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| Stripping your hopes, dissecting them gently
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| I’ve opened my heart and to my consternation
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| When I peered inside it was small, dark and empty
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| My friends turn to me
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| Wonder what I am doing
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| Drinking and smoking like somebody died
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| I said: «Leave me alone
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| I’m just building a ruin
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| The spirits are sunken so the wreckage must rise»
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| (I'm building a ruin)
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| I’m building a ruin
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| (I ruin a building)
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| I ruin a building
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| (I'm building a ruin)
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| My bridges are burned out
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| (I ruin a building)
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| My tunnels are filled in
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| It’s all a game I believe
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| The longer you play it, the harder it gets
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| The most I can hope to achieve now’s my breakfast
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| A priest with a blindfold and last cigarette
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| My friends turn to me
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| Wonder what I am doing
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| Drinking and smoking like somebody died
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| I said: «Leave me alone
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| I’m just building a ruin
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| The spirits are sunken so the wreckage must rise»
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| I won’t be content 'til I see me in Hell |