If you like, we could play a game.
Let's pretend that we are the same,
But you will have to look much closer,
Than you do, closer than you do.
Life is not like Gloomy Sunday
With a second ending.
When the people are disturbed,
Well they should be disturbed,
Because there's a story
That ought to be heard.
I want to hold you to the sun,
I want to be your faithful one,
I want to show you all the beauty
You don't even know you hold.
I'm hurting you
For your own good,
I'd die for you,
You know I would.
I'd give up all my wealth
To buy you back the toy
You never sold.
But, oh, what beautiful things I'll wear,
What beautiful dresses and hair!
I'm lucky to share his bed,
Especially since I'll soon be dead.
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