| So sad that you’re dying,
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| Your life filled with tears
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| Prognosis looks ugly,
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| There’s only sixteen more years
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| You wear your pain proudly,
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| For the whole world to see
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| It’s sick how you wallow,
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| In your sorrow and self pity
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| How you gonna' to drive the last nail?
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| How you gonna' to drive the last nail home?
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| How you gonna' to drive the last nail home alone?
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| In your solo-crucifixion
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| Oh, your suffering’s legend,
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| Each breath Living Hell
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| This life of a Martyr,
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| It suits you so well
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| But you wear your scars proudly,
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| Want the whole world to stare
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| All your memories wasted,
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| Can you taste it? |
| Nobody cares
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| How you gonna' to drive the last nail?
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| How you gonna' to drive the last nail home?
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| How you gonna' to drive the last nail home alone?
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| In your solo-crucifixion…
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| Your solo-Crucifixion… Your solo-crucifixion
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| How you gonna' to drive the last nail?
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| How you gonna' to drive the last nail home?
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| How you gonna' to drive the last nail home alone?
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| How you gonna' to drive the last nail?
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| How you gonna' to drive the last nail home?
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| How you gonna' to drive the last nail home alone?
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| In your solo-crucifixion… Your solo-crucifixion
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| In your solo-crucifixion… Your solo-crucifixion |