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He will leave through the door in which he came
Head bowed in shame, he gets the blame
Through the fight for his innocence was strong
His unsung song was sung SO WRONG
And so he hides in the heart of the city
Staring out the open window he just cries
As days pass by, he's not eager to greet them
But his hope's the only tonic that still drives
The days are lonely and then nights are desolate
Hanging out upon the wire
Aiming to escape from this pretend Babylon
But its much too late, another life He must create
He is a man of sorrow
Unoccupied, Dissatisfied
Living alone with his bottle and his doom
In the abyss Of Eternal Desire
Traveled down the roads signaled "Danger Up Ahead"
They lead him right into disaster
Now the mortal soul isn't going anywhere
But He's much too late
And now oblivion is all that awaits
He is a man of sorrow
Unoccupied, Dissatisfied
Living alone with his bottle and his doom
In the abyss Of Eternal Desire
He's alone in the dark
Life is drifting on and on
Pieces are scattered everywhere
There's no absolution
Yes He's much too late
Like every man
He must bear his own fate
He is a man of sorrow
Unoccupied, Dissatisfied
Living alone with his bottle and his doom
But He's much too late
He is a man of sorrow
Unoccupied, Dissatisfied
Living alone with his bottle and his doom
In the abyss Of Eternal Desire
He is a man of sorrow
He will leave through the door in which he came...
...And so he hides in the heart of the city
...Staring out the open window he just cries...
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