Our passionate melody
Is now impassioned whispers of anger
Love has become our prison
Where our history won't help our present
It is time to face the music
We're just another song of goodbye
And I'm singing it for you

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Take no never mind of the beast in the corner...
But grandma, it's a wolf!
No, just a man with a wolfish grin, but no less dangerous.

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I was surrounded by people whose favourite habit was Eau de Ashtray. You needn't strain to see the smoke fumes dancing from their fingers. How could I entrust them with these dying tresses when even their coffee tastes secondhand?

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