| When all’s been done and all been said
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| A time does come when we are dead
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| Through all the misery and the fun
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| I’ll end it all now with a gun
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| Because each drama that we have
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| Is just delusion is just mad
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| Each achievement is empty
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| Fuelled by foolish vanity
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| We need a reason to live
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| And divine order god does give
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| But does that earthquake or flood
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| Make you question your god of love
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| But then one day desperately
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| All things they are empty
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| So each force that drives our lives
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| A pointless hunger to survive
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| With all the misery and fun
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| I’ll end it all now with a gun
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| I’ll put that gun in your mouth
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| Just like the birds you will head south
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| I’ll put that gun to your head
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| Pull that trigger now you’re dead
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| When your brains are shot out
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| A happy end there is no doubt
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| The bore love is simplest tale
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| It’s who shoots second fails
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| The mother love this simplest tale
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| It’s who shoots second fails
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| When all’s been done and all been said
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| A time does come when we are dead |