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You were always quick to cry, with that cute face of yours to die Yet you'd fight back as much as they picked on you as well And not before too long, I realised it was wrong Because violence never solves a thing, not anymore Make a promise to remember from now on to be the guy Tearing price tags off his clothes and never spending big Don't throw the day away, it might not be a waste It's too early to say what to make of it And today, on the platform of life and death, the last stop for a selfish man Tomorrow too, I'll be trembling in fear, I will wait With a welcome for a selfish man that I can now call my 'master' too See the cars