| Through early morning fog I see
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| Visions of the things to be
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| The pains that are withheld for me
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| I realize and I can see…
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| That suicide is painless
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| It brings on many changes
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| And I can take or leave it if I please
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| I try to find a way to make
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| All our little joys relate
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| Without that ever-present hate
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| But now I know that it’s too late, and…
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| The game of life is hard to play
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| I’m gonna lose it anyway
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| The losing card I’ll someday lay
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| So this is all I have to say
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| The only way to win is cheat
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| And lay it down before I’m beat
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| And to another give my seat
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| For that’s the only painless feat
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| The sword of time will pierce our skins
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| It doesn’t hurt when it begins
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| But as it works its way on in
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| The pain grows stronger… watch it grin, but…
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| A brave man once requested me
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| To answer questions that are key
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| Is it to be or not to be
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| And I replied 'oh why ask me?'
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| 'Cause suicide is painless
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| It brings on many changes
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| And I can take or leave it if I please
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| …and you can do the same thing if you please |