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Emilie Autumn
THE ART OF SUICIDE
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THE ART OF SUICIDE,
Emilie Autumn
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The art of suicide
Nightgowns and hair
Curls flying every which where
The pain too pure to hide
Bridges of Sighs
Meant to conceal lover's lies
Under the arches
Of moonlight and sky
Suddenly easy
To contemplate why
Why...
Why live a life
That's painted with pity
And sadness and strife
Why dream a dream
That's tainted with trouble
And less than it seems
Why bother bothering
Just for a poem
Or another sad song to sing
Why live a life
Why live a life
The art of suicide
Pretty and clean
Conveys a theatrical scene
"Alas, I'm gone!" she cried
Ankles displayed
Melodramatically laid
Under the arches
Of moonlight and sky
Suddenly easy
To contemplate why
Why...
Why live a life
That's painted with pity
And sadness and strife
Why dream a dream
That's tainted with trouble
And less than it seems
Why bother bothering
Just for a poem
Or another sad song to sing
Why live a life
Why live a life
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
Life is not like a gloomy Sunday
With a second ending
When the people are disturbed
Well they should be disturbed
Because there's a lesson
That really ought to be learned
The world is full of poets
We don't need any more
The world is full of singers
We don't need any more
The world is full of lovers
We don't need any more...
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The art of suicide Nightgowns and hair Curls flying every which where The pain too pure to hide Bridges of Sighs Meant to conceal lover's lies Under the arches Of moonlight and sky Suddenly easy To contemplate why Why... Why live a life That's painted with pity And sadness and strife Why dream a dream That's tainted with trouble And less than it seems Why bother bothering Just for a poem Or another sad song to sing Why live a life Why live a life The art of suicide Pretty and clean Conveys a theatrical scene "Alas, I'm gone!" she cried Ankles displayed Melodramatically laid Under the arches Of moonlight and sky Suddenly easy To contemplate why Why... Why live a life That's painted with pity And sadness and strife Why dream a dream That's tainted with trouble And less than it seems Why bother bothering Just for a poem Or another sad song to sing Why live a life Why live a life 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 Life is not like a gloomy Sunday With a second ending When the people are disturbed Well they should be disturbed Because there's a lesson That really ought to be learned The world is full of poets We don't need any more The world is full of singers We don't need any more The world is full of lovers We don't need any more...
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