I wake up in darkness and fighting for breath. I am still in the living, I am not in death.
And there in my hand, I can feel I can tell Much has been paid, to be saved by the bell.
Who is there sitting alone at my grave ? Waiting and praying for me to be saved .
My maid, my mother, my father, my lover. Waiting and praying for my soul to recover.
But they have all gone now, I can feel, I can tell That I never will really be saved by the bell.
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