Night fell fast, like it did in the past when the phone rang
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Twice and a voice said "I think I'm alone"
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I gave my advice and the voice said "Nice, but suicide
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leaves such a bad
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aftertaste on the soul."
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Chorus:
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Oh ain't you glad that we live on an island,
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You can choose your own way of being killed,
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You can jump off a cliff and get drowned in the sea,
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Or be dashed 'gainst the rocks and get split,
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And it could happen to you (no it won't happen to me)
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It could happen to you...
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....And if it do then you're a true blue sui-
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Side by side they waled into the tide, till it rose to their nose and then
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They kissed with their eyes "goodbye."
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They were seen to smile just before they dived, dead lovers don't have much
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Except a certain desperate sense of style...
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But ain't you glad etc.
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There were a lot of crazy problems that they couldn't resolve
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A lot of tricky questions which they just couldn't solve
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The main problem was of course he couldn't say "no"
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On your marks, get ready, steady here we go.
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In a fifth floor lift a man slit his wrist, his head ticked over and then it
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Suddenly slipped away
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And the girl in the mac at the back of the shack,
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lay her head on the track
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And said "I think it's better this way."
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Oh she was glad that she lived on an island etc.
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Living in an Island
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