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Here's a long, evasive story,
Of failed hopes and glories,
Old chandeliers and scratched up 45's.
Here's some hymns from my procession,
And a couple drunk confessions,
A lie soaked in rapture tonight.

No, No lie, no lie, no, not I...
Believe me when I say
That I'm trying hard today,
But I'm not right, no, I'm not right,
Tell me it's not true,
I would never lie to you,
I'm not right, no, I'm not right,
Maybe you will see that it wasn't meant to be
But it's not me...

The sins of the faithful,
The luxuries of regret,
But it's the faithless,
Who will know love's tragedies.
An act of purification,
With all the best intentions,
Smite me for my iniquities,

No lie, no lie, no lie...
Can't believe you say
That you're better of this way,
But I'm not right, no, I'm not right,
Tell me what you see when you still look at me,
I'm not right, no, I'm not right,
I'm sorry when I say I'm still holding on today.

And will you forgive me,
When I'm found dead on this train,
On the outskirts of Berlin,
Doubled up on angel dust
There, crying on my knees,
For some god to come
And save this lifeless soul,
Now my ghost will write these words,
As you cry yourself to sleep.

I'm not right, no, I'm not right,
I never want to know what I'm capable of.
I'm not right, no, I'm not right,
Tell me it's not true, but I would not believe you.
I'm not right, no, I'm not right
Maybe you will see that it wasn't meant to be,
But it's not me...

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From The Last, Last Call
Ataris



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