| Can I trust you, mortal boy?
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| You say, you love me — oh, sure you do —
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| But what exactly does this affirmation mean?
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| I do not have the slightest notion
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| No idea of what you understand by «love»
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| And other terms as worn-out
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| Such as this old song and dance
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| You call romance
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| Quite different flowers grow indeed
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| In my small semantic garden … -
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| So, let us see, if your good vow
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| Is more than just some chemical imbalance
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| Is it worth the air you breathe
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| Or will it be just another waste of time with you?
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| What I call «Love, precious and true»
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| Would you refer to this as sin
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| Or crime and all that silly crap?
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| Now, let me put you to the test:
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| «I love you so much, dearest dear
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| That I would die for you, right now, right here!»
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| Sure, doing this you’re sitting pretty
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| But I say: piss on it
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| Because this way is far too easy !!!
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| But: do you also have the strength
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| To be there for me till the end?
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| Would you have courage, live for me
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| Respect my wishes, my decree?
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| Would you defend me against the world
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| Fight the doctors playing God
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| Slap the priests, if they came near
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| Or anyone who interferes ?!?
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| Is the version of your Love as true
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| That you would use all means within your power
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| Just to meet the urgent plea
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| That solemn, final wish for dying
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| Of a helpless her or him
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| Who lies in pain, who’s suffering
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| Now only begging for the end … so tell me!
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| Is your «Love» that of a true friend?
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| If I lay crying in my bed
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| Waiting, no longing for the end
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| If I decide my time has come
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| Would you then be that trustful one
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| To guard this chamber, break this shell
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| And free me from this living hell
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| By making sure my death is swift
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| Would you grant me that sacred gift?!?
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| Now that you’ve heard it, let me know:
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| Are you that willing to let go ?!?
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| Say: would you do all this for me
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| Would you respect my wishes, my dignity?
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| Because that’s what LOVE means to me !!! |