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Poor guy, holding the weight of the globe on his shoulders
A lonely job for a lonely soul
It seems that it makes you colder and colder
It seems that it makes you colder and colder
Yes, they think that you can save their lives

But who’s gonna save you?
Who’s on your side?
When you’ve got nothing to offer, it’s the right time to die.

Poor guy, holding the weight of the globe on his shoulders
Weight of the globe on his shoulders
A lonely job for a lonely soul
It seems that it makes you colder and colder
It seems that it makes you colder and colder
Yes, they think that you can save their lives

But who’s gonna save you?
Who’s on your side?
When you’ve got nothing to offer, it’s the right time to die.