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Goodbye to the brightest sun
And bring some flowers down
A grave is foul and warm
To see the butcher's knife
Or to feel the hangman's rope
Our life has never been
More than a pale blue sin
Apathy that sits with me
On a couch that turns into
A coffin and a clue
Whose ash is in the tray?
That's to pay when the sun won't set
That's to say to that cute girl called death
Bring me the gutter down
I cannot feel the ground
The gutter's drawing near
There's no sunlight in here
What's to pay, when the sun won't set
What's to say to that cute girl called death