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Am I the last one living? At the end of giving The end of moving up A storm without a cup An end without a beginning Am I the last one living? Only sky high above me Only sea down below Holding my own shoulder A relic from another's dream Or the freest mind there’s ever been Yes? No? An answer? Anything All this sky high up above me All this sea down below The pilot was a dancer, a jagaloon Though his eyes were opaque And I know he will not answer Still I hope he gets back soon Am I the last one living? At the end of giving The centre of the earth Deciding my own worth And whether I deserve forgiving A coin without a purse SongtexteHolding my own shoulder A storm without a cup When I wake, I hear The voices of those people I have hurt Ringing in my ears I can't shake the thought that Whether I had cared or hadn't cared It would always have brought me here Brought me tears Brought me here and brought me tears Am I the last one living? Brought me here, and brought me tears Brought me here, and brought me tears Am I the last one living? The pilot was a dancer, a jagaloon Though his eyes were opaque And I know he will not answer Still I hope he gets back soon The pilot was a dancer Though my eyes are opaque Still I hold Aus Songtexte Mania