I'm sorry about the sun How could I know that you would burn? And I'm sorry about the moon How could I know that you'd disapprove

And I'll never make the same mistake The next time I create the universe I'll make sure we communicate at length Oh yeah

But until then, better off dead A smile on the lips and a hole in the head Better off dead, yeah better than this Take it away, 'cause there's nothing to miss*

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