| When sadness fills your heart
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| And sorrow hides longing to be free
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| When things go wrong each day
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| You fix your mind to skip your misery
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| Your troubled young life
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| Had made you turn
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| To a needle of death
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| How strange, how happy words
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| Have ceased to bring the smile from everyone
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| How tears have filled the eyes
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| Of friends that you once walked among
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| Your troubled young life
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| Had made you turn
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| To a needle of death
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| One grain of pure white snow
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| Dissolved the blood spread quickly to your brain
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| In peace your mind withdraws
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| Your death so near your soul can’t feel no pain
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| Your troubled young life
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| Had made you turn
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| To a needle of death
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| Your mother stands a cryin'
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| While to the earth your body’s slowly cast
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| Your father stands in silence
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| Caressing every young dream of the past
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| Your troubled young life
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| Had made you turn
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| To a needle of death
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| Through ages, man desires
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| To free his mind, to release his very soul
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| Has proved to all who live
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| That death itself is freedom for evermore
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| Your troubled young life
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| Will make you turn
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| To a needle of death |