It could be better for them all
If my life will go to the end.
But I promised him to live
When I was holding his dying hand.
So what, are you are happy?
There in the skies above
Watching me smoking all alone.
I pray the Lord to take me home
Because on earth, there is no one left
Who in my nightmare hold my hand.
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