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The art of suicide, and hair
Curls flying which-way
The fate too to hide, bridges of sighs
to conceal lover's lies

Under the of moonlight and sky
Suddenly to contemplate why

Why, why a life
That's painted pity and sadness and strife?
Why a dream
That's with trouble and less than it seems?

Why bother
Just for a or another sad song to sing?
Why live a Why live a lie?

The art of suicide,pretty and
Conveys a scene
Alas, gone she cried, ankles displayed
laid

Under the arches of and sky
Suddenly easy to why

Why, why a life
That's painted with and sadness and strife?
Why a dream
That's with trouble and less than it seems?

Why bother
Just for a poem or another sad to sing?
Why live a Why live a lie?

Why a life
That's painted pity and sadness and strife?
Why dream a
tainted with trouble and less than it seems?

Why bother
Just for a poem or sad song to sing?
Why live a lie? Why a lie?
Why live a lie? Why live a

Life is not like a Sunday
With a second ending where the are disturbed
Well, should be disturbed
Because a story that ought to be heard

is not like a gloomy Sunday
With a second ending the people are disturbed
Well, they should be
Because there's a lesson really ought to be learned

The world is full of poets, we don't any more
The world is of singers, we don't need any more
The world is full of lovers, we don't any more