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But i have felt for such a long, long time,
My world is crumbling, draining my weary mind,
Fortune never smiles upon my dreary days,
It's now or never,
It' the parting of my ways.

Stranger's screams wander through my lonely nights,
There's a wind-song temptress I have no strength to fight,
Talk to me of pleasure,
Please tell me I am wrong,
This could be the last line of a dying man's song.

She gave her honour,
I have her my soul,
Then like a storm passes,
And no more the siren's call,
I found solace in my loneliness,
Tell me I am wrong,
This could be the last line of a dying man's song.

So talk to me of pleasure,
Please tell me I am wrong,
This could be,
This could be the last line of a dying man's song.

So talk to me of pleasure,
Please tell me I am wrong,
This could be,
This could be the last line of a dying man's song'
A dying man's,
A dying man's,
A dying man's song.

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