| I’ve seen a man killed by his best friend with a greedy eye
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| In a musical there’s always someone to catch me
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| There is comfort right in the eye of a hurricane
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| One-hundred seven steps, from our necks we’ll hang
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| What a magical sound, this room full of noises
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| Abandon your vessels, and float to the ceiling
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| Lock eyes with the terminal, both dismal and fleeting
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| Break down your body, and hang your head in defeat
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| Gravity malfunctions for the likes of you and me
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| This ship is sinking, afflictions all lead to an end
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| Your departure is on its way, so sing your last farewell
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| There are no violins, no choir singing
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| (Strike with a blow of mercy, strike with a blow of mercy)
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| A virus contains them, we’re theirs for the taking
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| In a world of dreams, it’s hard to
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| Translate images, from illusions
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| I’ve seen the signs of what’s to come
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| And I’ve heard the discord of death’s remorse
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| I am my father’s son, I have my mother’s eyes
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| This is the harsh truth that I’ve come to realize
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| There are no violins, no choir singing
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| (Strike with a blow of mercy, strike with a blow of mercy)
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| A virus contains them, we’re theirs for the taking
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| Your departure is on its way, so sing your last farewell
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| One, two, step — left, right, left
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| Single file
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| One, two, step — left, right, left
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| To the gallows |