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There's a man somewhere, older than his instrument

He's sitting by his piano, trying to play the one song

He used to have love

He used to have hate and sorrow

He gave it all up for just one song

So he sold his soul for art

Once you were here

You filled me with emptiness it was so sad

Where are you now? There's nothing let for me

Only this self-inflicted insanity

He lost his family, all of his loved ones

He doesn't have emotions, he doesn't feel anything at all

From pain and love comes inspiration

Without it he can write no more

So there's nothing left for him

But still he plays his old song

Once you were here

You filled me with emptiness it was so sad

Where are you now? There's nothing left for me

Just a self-fulfilling prophecy - self-fulfilling prophecy