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O, Death |
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O, Death |
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Won't you spare me over til another year |
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Well what is this that I can't see |
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With ice cold hands takin' hold of me |
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Well I am death, none can excel |
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I'll open the door to heaven or hell |
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Whoa, death someone would pray |
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Could you wait to call me another day |
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The children prayed, the preacher preached |
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Time and mercy is out of your reach |
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I'll fix your feet til you cant walk |
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I'll lock your jaw til you cant talk |
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I'll close your eyes so you can't see |
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This very air, come and go with me |
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I'm death I come to take the soul |
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Leave the body and leave it cold |
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To draw up the flesh off of the frame |
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Dirt and worm both have a claim |
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O, Death |
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O, Death |
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Won't you spare me over til another year |
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My mother came to my bed |
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Placed a cold towel upon my head |
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My head is warm my feet are cold |
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Death is a-movin upon my soul |
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Oh, death how you're treatin' me |
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You've close my eyes so I can't see |
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Well you're hurtin' my body |
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You make me cold |
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You run my life right outta my soul |
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Oh death please consider my age |
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Please don't take me at this stage |
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My wealth is all at your command |
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If you will move your icy hand |
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Oh the young, the rich or poor |
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Hunger like me you know |
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No wealth, no ruin, no silver no gold |
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Nothing satisfies me but your soul |
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O, death |
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O, death |
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Won't you spare me over til another year |
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Won't you spare me over til another year |
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Won't you spare me over til another year |
