Here's a long, evasive story,
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Of failed hopes and glories,
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Old chandeliers and scratched up 45's.
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Here's some hymns from my procession,
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And a couple drunk confessions,
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A lie soaked in rapture tonight.
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No, No lie, no lie, no, not I...
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Believe me when I say
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That I'm trying hard today,
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But I'm not right, no, I'm not right,
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Tell me it's not true,
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I would never lie to you,
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I'm not right, no, I'm not right,
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Maybe you will see that it wasn't meant to be
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But it's not me...
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The sins of the faithful,
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The luxuries of regret,
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But it's the faithless,
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Who will know love's tragedies.
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An act of purification,
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With all the best intentions,
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Smite me for my iniquities,
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No lie, no lie, no lie...
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Can't believe you say
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That you're better of this way,
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But I'm not right, no, I'm not right,
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Tell me what you see when you still look at me,
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I'm not right, no, I'm not right,
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I'm sorry when I say I'm still holding on today.
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And will you forgive me,
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When I'm found dead on this train,
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On the outskirts of Berlin,
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Doubled up on angel dust
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There, crying on my knees,
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For some god to come
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And save this lifeless soul,
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Now my ghost will write these words,
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As you cry yourself to sleep.
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I'm not right, no, I'm not right,
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I never want to know what I'm capable of.
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I'm not right, no, I'm not right,
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Tell me it's not true, but I would not believe you.
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I'm not right, no, I'm not right
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Maybe you will see that it wasn't meant to be,
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But it's not me...
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From The Last, Last Call
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Ataris |