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If the search has been long and futile and brutal, |
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And if you squint trying to recollect the bosom |
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Of your hoodlum love... |
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Hey, baby |
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. |
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You reach out and into the absence and, gasping, |
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The vastness grabs you like an alien embrace, |
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Your face to its face... |
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. |
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No end, and neither beginning. |
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You''re spinning, |
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You''re breathless, orbiting a dark and hateful star, |
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An evil world. |
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. |
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Where would I ever be without you? |
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How could I hope to seize the tablet of values |
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And redact it? |
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Foolish I know. |
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. |
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But I''m about to die, |
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About to die, |
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About to die, |
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About to die. |
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. |
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Your life must surely be ending, and, trembling, |
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You realize you never lived a day at all, Wait... |
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And it''s all your fault. Wow! |
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. |
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It all seems unspeakably vile, and while |
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You wretch the memory of all you understood, |
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The vandal laughs into his hood. |
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. |
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Where would I ever be without you? |
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How could I hope to seize the tablet of values |
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And redact it? |
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Foolish I know. |
| [02:15.70] |
. |
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But I''m about to die, |
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About to die, |
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About to die, |
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About to die. |
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. |
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Look there, the goblin''s dressed up like a wound. |
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Mutants are vagrant and hateful. |
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. |
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Look there, the mirror: a zombie stands staring, |
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Vacant and glaring, pronouncing your name. |
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As you''re saying... |
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. |
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''Bout to die, ''bout to die... |
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About to die, |
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About to die. |
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''Bout to die, ''bout to die... |
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. |
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Where would I ever be without you? f*cking |
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How could I hope to seize the tablet of values |
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And redact it? |
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Foolish I know. |
| [03:19.45] |
. |
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But I''m about to die, |
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About to die, |
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About to die, |
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About to die. |
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. |
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''Bout to die, ''bout to die... |
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About to die, |
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About to die. |
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''Bout to die, ''bout to die... |
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. |
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|
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You''re already dead... but you''re about to die |
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