Through early morning fog I see
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Visions of the things to be
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The pains that are withheld for me
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I realize and I can see...
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That suicide is painless
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It brings on many changes
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And I can take or leave it if I please.
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I try to find a way to make
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all our little joys relate
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without that ever-present hate
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but now i know that it's too late, and....
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The game of life is hard to play
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I'm gonna lose it anyway
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The losing card I'll someday lay
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So this is all I have to say.
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the only way to win is to cheat
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and lay it down before i'm beat
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and to another give my seat
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for that's the only painless feat.
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The sword of time will pierce our skins
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It doesn't hurt when it begins
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But as it works its way on in
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The pain grows stronger...watch it grin, but...
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A brave man once requested me
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To answer questions that are key
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Is it to be or not to be
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And I replied 'oh why ask me?'
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cause suicide is painless
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It brings on many changes
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And I can take or leave it if I please,
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and you can do the same thing if you please
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Theme from MASH
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| Manic Street Preachers |
