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My word fell into a thousand pieces with a crash
From the fourth floor down to the street
The stones were harder than my senses
And inside there was the smell of high treason
This is the end
This is the end
This is the end
This is the end
Don't dwell on these shards any longer
/>They say nothing, they bring no happiness
Leave them and bear witness to me
Soon your word will be broken somewhere else
This is the end
This is the end
This is the end
This is the end
It remains yours and me
No one will touch it
It remains yours and me
Because it is because of us is done
It remains yours and mine
And do not be angry, for
Nobody does anything right forever
Nobody does anything right forever
This is the end
This is the end
This is the end
This is the end
Always a new beginning