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Poor old Sisyphus, poor old us |
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An uphill struggle, no one gives a toss |
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So we get angry, drunk or lost |
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Look at us, self pity times two |
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Abstention for both me and you |
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Nothing more terrible, nothing more true |
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Forward I'll go on |
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I'll push on |
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Through all the trouble |
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And I can only try |
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And enjoy the struggle |
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In this cosmic tragedy |
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I could pen another threnody |
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Of my remaining mortality |
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This drama we become obsessed |
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With the mechanics of our final breath |
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Make the time left a living death |
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Forward I'll go on |
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I'll push on |
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Through all the trouble |
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And I can only try |
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And enjoy the struggle |
