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It's supposed to be the best week of my life.
A driving fit of madness has driven me from a job I can no longer stand.
I walked out. Walked out that door and I never said a word.
And I'm free, I'm free. And I'm going to be me.

But how will you live? I hear them ask.
And I say I don't know. And I don't care.
And what will you do? I hear them ask.
I will paint the world my friends, paint the world.

But she's just found out.

It's supposed to be the best week of my life.
A driving fit of madness has driven her from this man she could no longer stand.
She walked out. Walked out that door and never said a word.
And she's free, she's free. She's had to flee.

Now how can I live? I hear myself say.
And I say I can't. And I say I won't.
And what will you do? I hear them ask.
I will end the world my friends, end the world.

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