They came to your shows
And your parties
But I worry of course
That in your last moments
You were lonely and afraid
Worse than alone,
Taking the hand of
Your betrayer on the way down
As if life was not short enough
We are surrounded by killers
Jokers and hitmen
The doctors, the lawyers, the cops
Where's the buck stop?
Trust no one but the singers
I see my empty hands and wish
That I had seen you perhaps one time
But it's too late to touch you.
You on the other hand
Will reach your millions from the grave
But I'm still afraid
Of how the end was for you.
I hope it was fast and easy
I hope you did not suffer.
We spend our lives running from relief.
I hope it was.
May you rest in peace
Singer prince.
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