| You, look at me now
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| With those hollow eye sockets and smile
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| And it seems all a lie, what they've told me so far
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| And you, show me that life
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| Isn't all about extending your time
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| No, it's the perfect time for a bottle of wine
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| And why, do I still care?
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| About all who might recall me
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| For everything dies, so does memory
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| And why, am I still surprised?
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| About all who pray their sins away
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| Aren't they too a part of this grand ballet
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| When time occurs
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| Don't make it right,
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| Don't make me right
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| It's me to decide
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| This or that side
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| This or that side
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| Death, suits you dear sir
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| Like a beautiful coat but then without all the fur
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| I wonder would it fit me? |
| What do you think I'd prefer?
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| You know some people 'd rather not exist
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| They put a gun to the heart or a knife to the wrist
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| We ought to think they aren't smart
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| It could be something I missed
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| Right then, she kisses my skin
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| I don't know what this is or where to begin
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| This fills me up with bliss, don't tell me this was a dream
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| And she, shows me that life
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| Isn't all about explaining your time
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| No, it's the perfect time to lay all night
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| When time occurs
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| Don't make it right
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| Don't make me right
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| It's me to decide
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| This or that side
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| I need your word
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| Leave it aside
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| Just don't make me right
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| It's me to decide
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| This or that side
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| This or that side
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| This or that side
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| You, look at me now
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| With that burning cigar hanging out of your mouth
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| And it seems all a lie, what they've told me so far |