| Oh what webs we unfold at the end of the world
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| Life was cruel at the end of your rifle
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| So with pride on my side and plans to bury you alive
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| With the carnivals, clowns, and lions
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| All the games I had rigged, like the Suicide Bridge
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| Where I’d take you and wait for a while
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| All the sad long goodbyes and fake alibis
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| You would buy new or used, without passion
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| Well you are by one as your poor souls awake
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| But still no sound their lips to make
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| As our twisted souls rise from cold, cold Earth
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| These are fruits of all our work
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| So I wrote «Goodbye» on the mirror by the light
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| It was thundering and lighting
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| It was the middle of the night
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| And these are the roads that we’re already been down?
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| In your imagination you see a face for love
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| Someone to come along with
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| Instead of coming on and on
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| Is there ever anybody out there?
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| But your mummy didn’t love you and your daddy didn’t care
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| They left you with a good friend
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| Left you hanging in the air
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| Was there was anybody out there?
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| Now all those frozen hours melted into time
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| Left with the reflection in the mirror of your mind
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| Sometimes you hear voices, you hear voices in your hall
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| You wake up and you’re screaming 'cause
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| There’s no one there at all
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| These are the roads that we’ve already been down
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| A horrible hardened soul
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| Got plenty of money, though what it’s worth you just don’t know
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| So listen to me now. |
| This could be our shinning hour, based on all that mad
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| deceit
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| But horrible hearts exposed, watching as the money goes
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| Still what it’s worth you just don’t know, but I deceived you so long
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| Bye Bye |