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Gentlemen please rise |
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In light of why we're gathered here tonight |
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This is it though i'm shit with goodbyes |
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Suffice to say well i haven't much time |
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So how i chose and choose |
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To make use of this life allotted me |
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Well you few know and knew |
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And each played to me begrudging accessory |
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So i should think it wise |
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In debt to your unseemly sacrifice |
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To see that when i die |
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None of my sordid scenes come to life |
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For me i see no need |
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To catalog what deeds i may have done |
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If we'll all agree to keep |
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These terms of my demise unclarified |
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History |
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She will surely forgive me |
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And history |
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She will think of me fondly |
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And once i had half reminds to just apologize |
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In days less dignified |
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Before i knew what to |
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And not to do |
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But sure of course there's shame |
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In certain things i may have done |
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But shame is not remorse |
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And pandering's the one thing even i can't afford |
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Measure me in grief |
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Survived in score by prideful progeny |
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And i though sometimes weak |
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Still shudder to speak these secrets we keep |
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For their sake let me stay |
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Ostensibly the saint i seem to be |
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For now my nose is clean |
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So bury these peculiarities with me |
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History |
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She will surely forgive me |
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And history |
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She will scarcely forget me |
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So no tearful goodbyes |
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In light of why we're gathered here tonight |
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To you whom i confide |
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Suffice to say well i haven't much time |
