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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 "Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me, give it to me 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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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: "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 judgement 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" |
