| Would you be upset if I told you we were dying?
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| And every cure they gave us was a lie?
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| Oh! |
| They mean it when they say we’re dead and doomed
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| And every single symptom brings us closer to the tomb
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| And who will take the credit for our swift impending fall
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| Because it’s not my fault
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| Would you be impressed if I said that the dead would help us counting
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| Every single moment that we waste our time?
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| All the time we’re spending vaccinating this disease
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| I just get dizzy when I think of all the ways we try to hide our maladies
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| We wine, we dine, and everything is fine
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| Because it’s not my fault
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| Now you’re upset because you finally got the notion
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| That everything you had is spinning down the drain
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| Oh! |
| Do you mean it when you beg and pray and plead?
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| Your «Giveittomegiveittomegiveittomegiveittome all those things we need»
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| And what, pray tell, will you whimper when your number will be called
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| You’ll say «It's not my fault»
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| So go now, the others they’ll await you
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| And every single one among the lot of you will have your turn
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| Ai Ai Ai Oh Oh oh
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| Like moths that fly into the flame it always ends up so
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| You scream: «No, Not me! |
| Take anybody else!
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| Because it’s not my fault!»
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| I had a dream last night where everyone was trying
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| Subconsciously I knew it was a lie
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| And when I woke I knew it was time to pray
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| To make amends before the end, before my judgment day
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| I looked around, I stood alone, I knew what I had to say
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| I said «It's all my fault» |