| I had this strange dream that last night
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| And I woke up soaked in sweat
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| Stinking of fear and weakness
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| With this bitter and familiar taste in my mouth
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| The taste of defeat, the taste of waste
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| I think I stayed asleep for too long
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| I bent my spine my whole life
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| I burnt the meadow of my desires
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| I offered you my heart on a silver tray
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| You ate it, shat it and ate it again
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| I gave you my vessel
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| You have happily burnt it slowly
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| I watch the dripping candle of my desires
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| They are not all gone to ashes
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| I touch the shivery flame of my fantasies
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| Although flickering it still burns my fingers
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| But today that’s you Mr Liar
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| That’s you I’m going to watch burn slowly
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| I am the end of your story
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| I am the end of your era
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| I watch the dripping candle of my desires
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| They are not all gone to ashes
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| I touch the shivery flame of my fantasies
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| Although flickering it still burns my fingers
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| The curtain has fallen
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| The barriers have broken
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| And heads will start rolling
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| I am the end of your story
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| I am the end of your era
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| I will never be this lifeless instrument
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| I will carry my torch to the highest peaks |