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Last night |
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I went to |
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Hell The tenement, it smelled |
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Of the stench of death |
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The shooting gallerie's breath |
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I saw women and men |
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Kill themselves again and again |
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They make their own disease |
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And the end they will not see |
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Yesterday |
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I had a girl |
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To me, she meant all the world |
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Until the needle filled her arm |
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Now she fills me with alarm |
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Tombstone graves fill her eyes |
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She looks at me with mad despise |
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I pitty her destiny |
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Now she's only hating me |
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They say that they don't care at all |
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The world is fucking sad |
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On that point |
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I agree with them |
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But nothing is that bad |
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Poison disease, eating through their minds |
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They will never see the end of the line |
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I will never understand why they do it to themselves |
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Why they choose a life that so resembles |
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Hell Now I stand in pouring rain |
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At a friend's funeral again |
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Tears fill my eyes |
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He lived a tortured life |
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And as I walk away |
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I see another stray |
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Stumbling down the street |
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It seems so sad to me [Repeat chorus] |
