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Maybe get a ribbon, tie it to my hand
At the end of my fingers, I can no longer stand
Maybe hook me up, drag me above the waves
This final breath will bring us to an end,
to you, it's not fair

You got a scissor, I'm pulling the string
Cut in the middle and we crash into the wall

Sing in sadness, turn off the lights
We have come to the end
We have come to the end.