No Single Person

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Blades are silver
Blood is red
To be honest
I'm better off dead
A single tear runs down my face
As I fall into Death's warm embrace

No single person will cry or weep
When I lie bloody in a heap
No single person will feel dread
When there's a bullet in my head

The music of life plays louder
When there's a noose around your neck
It plays and plays until you jump
And your happy once again
Correct?

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