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I'm still young, but i know my days are numbered |
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1234567 and so on |
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But a time will come when these numbers have all ended |
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And all i've ever seen will be forgotten |
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Won't you come |
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To my funeral when my days are done |
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Life's not long |
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And so i hope when i am finally dead and gone |
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That you'll gather round when i am lowered into the ground |
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When my coffin is sealed and i'm safely 6 feet under |
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Perhaps my friends will see fit then to judge me |
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Oh when they pause to consider all my blunders |
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I hope they won't be too quick to begrudge me |
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Won't you come |
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To my funeral when my days are done |
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Life's not long |
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And so i hope when i am finally dead and gone |
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That you'll gather round when i am lowered into the ground |
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If i should die before i wake up |
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I pray that the lord my soul will take but |
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My body, my body - that's your job |
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Well i can't be sure where i'm headed after death |
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To heaven, hell, or beyond to that great vast |
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But if i can i would like to meet my maker |
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There's one or two things i'd sure like to ask |
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Won't you come |
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To my funeral when my days are done |
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Life's not long |
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And so i hope when i am finally dead and gone |
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That you'll gather round when i am lowered into the ground |
