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The art of suicide, and hair
flying every which-way
The too pure to hide, bridges of sighs
Meant to conceal lover's

the arches 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 tainted with trouble and less it seems?

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

The art of suicide,pretty and
Conveys a scene
Alas, I've she cried, ankles displayed
Melodramatically

Under the of moonlight and sky
Suddenly easy to why

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

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

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

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

is not like a gloomy Sunday
With a second ending the people are disturbed
Well, should be disturbed
Because there's a story that to be heard

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

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