The art of suicide, nightgowns and hair
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Curls flying every which way
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The fate to pure to hide
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Ridges of size
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Meant to conceal lover's lies
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Under the arches of moonlight and sky
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Suddenly easy to contemplate why, why
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Why live a life
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That's painted with pity and sadness and strife
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Why dream a dream
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That's tainted with trouble and less than it seems
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Why bother bothering
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Just for a poem or another sad song to sing
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Why live a lie
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Why live a lie
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The art of suicide, gritty and clean
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Conveys a theatrical scene
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Alas, 'I've gone' she cried
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Veins displayed
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Melodramatically laid
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Under the arches of moonlight and sky
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Suddenly easy to contemplate why, why
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Why live a life
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That's painted with pity and sadness and strife
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Why dream a dream
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That's tainted with trouble and less than it seems
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Why bother bothering
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Just for a poem or another sad song to sing
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Why live a lie
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Why live a lie
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Why live a life
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That's painted with pity and sadness and strife
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Why dream a dream
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That's tainted with trouble and less than it seems
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Why bother bothering
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Just for a poem or another sad song to sing
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Why live a lie
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Why live a lie
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Why live a lie
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Why live a lie
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Life is not like gloomy Sunday
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With a second ending where the people are disturbed
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Well they should be disturbed
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Because there's a story that ought to be heard
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Life is not like gloomy Sunday
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With a second ending where the people are disturbed
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Well they should be disturbed
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Because there's a lesson that really ought to be learned
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The world is full of poets
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We don't need anymore
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The world is full of singers
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We don't need anymore
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The world is full of lovers
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We don't need anymore
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The Art Of Suicide
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Emilie Autumn |