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I am looking around, laid down in my coffin |
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See faces with tears in their eyes |
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But hey wasn't (that) her? |
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and I also see the guy who used to hate me so much? |
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And I don't need mourning laments |
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To be sincere you can kiss my ass |
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If you had to tell me something, |
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I can do nothing, now I'm dead and gone |
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I'm singing proud my final song |
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Dedicated to the ones still living |
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I'm singing loud my final song |
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For the ones who have ears to hear |
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Don't you think it's sardonic? |
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You're considered a great one, |
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but no one has shaken your hand |
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I don't wanna end up like Poe or Van Gogh |
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not knowing what they'd have become |
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So listen, I don't want your tears when I'm gone |
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please smile at me 'till I'm still fond |
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Call me a cynic, have passed all the limits, |
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but now I'm here... |
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...singing proud my final song |
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Dedicated to the ones still living |
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I'm singing loud my final song |
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For the ones who have ears to hear |
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This is not my final song |
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more words and notes are in my pocket |
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This is not my final song |
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There are more stories to tell |
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Life often offers unreal circumstances |
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A theatre of souls, a circus of dances |
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Everything does happen for a real reason |
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I surely don't know, I'm victim of treason |
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This funeral march starts to be boring |
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This coffin is narrow, the suit is too sober |
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Pass me my hat and my broken guitar |
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And sing me this final song bizarre |
