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.
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.
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.
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