| Standing in the pale city lights
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| With an empty street in front of me
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| I’m asking myself if I could have done it better
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| But I do not have the answer!
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| Do you think that you can change it for the better
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| Well, you are most certainly wrong
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| 'Cause I´m leaving it behind me
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| And I will never, never look back!
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| Misery, is all I can offer?
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| Misery, the bitter taste of
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| Misery, it´s all that I recall
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| I cannot stand this misery
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| I cannot wait for death to take me
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| No, I’ve made up my mind
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| I have walked in misery for far to long now
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| Now I’m closing the door
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| I have bought my life expensive
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| And it’s needless to say that it’s killing me
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| I guess I chose the wrong currency
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| And it’s too late to trade back
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| Misery, is all I can offer?
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| Misery, the bitter taste of
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| Misery, it’s all that I recall
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| I cannot stand this misery
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| My skin seems young but my inside feels rotten
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| And my blood is no longer running
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| I came in misery and I lived in shame
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| Now I leave in the way I came
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| Misery, is all I can offer?
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| Misery, the bitter taste of
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| Misery, it´s all that I recall
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| I cannot stand this misery |