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you know, I couldn't have said it better
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they put the nail right through my head
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and, suddenly, everything is blown out into space
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hope there's room for one more, out there
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the faint applause, is deafening
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the girl with the hat, too drunk to stand, is on the floor now
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too late to begin negotiations--the deal is done
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and there is nowhere to run, hon'
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in the madness of the suicide ego
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there's a beauty in the terrible somewhere
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in the last dumb act of the hero
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where is he now?
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I close my eyes, and look for Heaven
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or entertain a postcard from Hell
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don't you worry, `cause these are only times when you find out what you're made of
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if you care
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in the madness of the suicide ego
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there's a beauty in the terrible somewhere
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and here's the curse that makes you hungry
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and where is it now?
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what's next?
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you know, I couldn't have said it better
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they put the nail right through my head
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here's the madness of the suicide ego
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there's a beauty in the terrible somewhere
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feed me now, I'm getting hungry
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case improves...and gimme time--to make up
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here's the sliver in your helpin' hand
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you can have it all if you wanna live forever
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here comes the man with the gun in the tower
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and it's about time...
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Suicide Ego
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| Low Pop Suicide |
