| The Crime Of Being Me |
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On a brutal winter night
We stood bravely side by side
Against snowballs launched our way
By the enemies of our kind
In a graveyard
We both choked up, cried and cried
As the angels lifted him
On Death
And you declared me dead, my brother
For the crime of being me
For all the faults I have
Well, I still cannot believe
That you declared me dead, my brother
For the crime of being me
For all the faults I have
Well, I still cannot believe
And my only wish for you, my brother
Is someday you
How it feels to be a corpse
Walking amongst your fellow man
In the haze of our carefree youth
We both wildly joked and joked
About wicked ironies
Of the enemies of Truth
Beside a pool so crystal blue
We both really hoped and hoped
That good luck would fill our lives
In everything we would pursue
But you declared me dead, my brother
For the crime of being me
For all the faults I have
Well, I still cannot believe
That you declared me dead, my brother
For the crime of being me
For all the faults I have
Well, I still cannot believe
And my only wish for you, my brother
Is someday you
How it feels to be a corpse
Walking amongst your fellow man
How it feels to be a corpse
Walking amongst your fellow man
How it feels to be a corpse
Walking amongst your fellow man
And yet the pain has made me strong
I forgive you, you
I forgive you, you
I forgive you, you
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