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P.S.I.H.O. - text

The man steps out of life
And though his body died
He thinks there was the time
When could start again

Ferocious smile
Of instant gloom
The rare gifts
Of dormant doom
And many things
That passed me by
Before I died
Mo more tears
Like falling rain
Mo more life
In scroandle days
No more fears
Like boring obsession
Every passing day

The man afraid of life
His fortune looks like mine
But though he thinks of time
When could start again

Ferocious smile
Of instant gloom
The rare gifts
Of dormant doom
And many things
That passed me by
Before I died
No more tears
Like falling rain
No more life
In scroandle days
No more fears
Like boring obsession
Every fucking day

P.S.I.H.O.
Dead
P.S.I.H.O.
Dead
P.S.I.H.O.
Dead
P.S.I.H.O.
You dead man

I feel it leading me away
To I don't know where
And here I come to feel the cold
Of winter in my head
The night is long
The light is dim
Pay out for fruitless soul
So glad that's over
Now I know
And here comes endless cold

P.S.I.H.O.
Dead
P.S.I.H.O.
Dead
P.S.I.H.O.
Dead
P.S.I.H.O.
Dead

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