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Even I, as sick as I am, I would never be you. Even I, sick and depraved, a traveler to the grave, I would never be you.

This world, I am afraid, is designed for crashing bores.

Even now - in the final hour of my life -I'm falling in love again.

Work It Harder Make It BetterDo It Faster, Makes Us strongerMore Than Ever Hour AfterOur Work Is Never Over-Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger, lyrics and music by Daft Punk

These tears I'm wailing,I spill not without reason.Remove them, my dearest love.Take me to the place I've been dreaming of,where the grotesquely lonely meet the grotesquely lonelyand they whisper,just very softly,Please be mine, Dearest Love.

The battle with the bottle is nothing so novel.

I know by now you think I should have straightened myself out - Thank you, drop dead!

Music blows lyrics up very quickly, and suddenly they become more than art. They become pompous and they become self-conscious ... I firmly believe that lyrics have to breathe and give the audience's ear a chance to understand what's going on. Particularly in the theater, where you not only have the music, but you've got costume, story, acting, orchestra. There's a lot to take in.

My love, wherever you are - whatever you are - don't lose faith. I know it's gonna happen someday to you.

It was in love I was created, and in love is how I hope I die

It's so shameful of me: I like you.

You are the sun, and I'm the moon. In your shadow I can shine.

I have forgiven Jesus for all of the love he placed in me, when there's no one I can turn to with this love.

It doesn't mean that much to me to mean that much to you.

You made me feel less alone;you made me feel not quite sodeformed, uninformed and hunchbacked.

You say: 'Oh, please forgive'You say: 'Oh, live and let live.'But sorry doesn't help us.Sorry will not save us.Sorry is just a word you find so easy to say (so you say it anyway).Sorry doesn't help us.Sorry won't protect us.Sorry won't undo all the good gone wrong.

And make no mistake, my friend, your pointless life will end; but before you go, can you look at the truth?

Again, I lay awake, and I cried because of waste.