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The art of suicide, nightgowns and
Curls every which-way
The fate too pure to hide, ridges of
Meant to conceal lover's

Under the of moonlight and sky
Suddenly easy to why

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

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

The art of suicide, and clean
Conveys a scene
Alas, I've gone she cried, veins
Melodramatically

the arches of moonlight and sky
Suddenly to contemplate why

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

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

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 poem or another sad song to
Why live a lie? Why a lie?
Why live a lie? Why a lie?

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

Life is not like a Sunday
With a second ending where the are disturbed
Well, should be disturbed
Because there's a lesson that really 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