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When sadness fills your heart |
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And sorrow hides the longing to be free |
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When things go wrong each day |
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You fix your mind to 'scape your misery |
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Your troubled young life |
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Had made you turn |
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To a needle of death |
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How strange, your happy words |
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Have ceased to bring a smile from everyone |
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How tears have filled the eyes |
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Of friends that you once had walked among |
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Your troubled young life |
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Had made you turn |
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To a needle of death |
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One grain of pure white snow |
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Dissolved in blood spread quickly to your brain |
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In peace your mind withdraws |
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Your death so near your soul can't feel no pain |
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Your troubled young life |
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Had made you turn |
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To a needle of death |
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Your mother stands a cryin' |
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While to the earth your body's slowly cast |
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Your father stands in silence |
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Caressing every young dream of the past |
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Your troubled young life |
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Had made you turn |
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To a needle of death |
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Through ages, man's desires |
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To free his mind, to release his very soul |
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Has proved to all who live |
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That death itself is freedom for evermore |
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And your troubled young life |
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Will make you turn |
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To a needle of death |
