Lying to live and living to lie,
Watching the days pass by and by,
Passion and pain, deception and doubt,
And so my life goes on.
Living to lie and lying to live,
To find out what this world can give,
Perilous places and pale blood-drained faces,
And so my life goes on.
Dying to live and living to die,
We all are here and don't know why,
We take to our graves as nothing but slaves,
And so we say goodbye
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