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Night fell fast, like it did in the past when the phone rang |
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Twice and a voice said "I think I'm alone" |
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I gave my advice and the voice said "Nice, but suicide |
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leaves such a bad |
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aftertaste on the soul." |
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Chorus: |
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Oh ain't you glad that we live on an island, |
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You can choose your own way of being killed, |
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You can jump off a cliff and get drowned in the sea, |
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Or be dashed 'gainst the rocks and get split, |
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And it could happen to you (no it won't happen to me) |
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It could happen to you... |
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....And if it do then you're a true blue sui- |
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Side by side they waled into the tide, till it rose to their nose and then |
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They kissed with their eyes "goodbye." |
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They were seen to smile just before they dived, dead lovers don't have much |
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Except a certain desperate sense of style... |
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But ain't you glad etc. |
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There were a lot of crazy problems that they couldn't resolve |
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A lot of tricky questions which they just couldn't solve |
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The main problem was of course he couldn't say "no" |
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On your marks, get ready, steady here we go. |
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In a fifth floor lift a man slit his wrist, his head ticked over and then it |
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Suddenly slipped away |
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And the girl in the mac at the back of the shack, |
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lay her head on the track |
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And said "I think it's better this way." |
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Oh she was glad that she lived on an island etc. |
