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I come old friend from hell tonight |
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Across the rotting sea |
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Nor the nails of the cross, nor the blood of Christ |
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Can bring you help this eve |
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The dead have come to claim a debt from thee |
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They stand outside your door |
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Four score and three |
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Did you keep a watch for the dead man's wind |
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Did you see the woman with the comb in her hand |
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Wailing away on the wall on the strand |
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As you danced to the Turkish song of the damned |
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You remember when the ship went down |
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You left me on the deck |
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The captain's corpse jumped up |
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And threw his arms around my neck |
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For all these years I've had him on my back |
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This debt cannot be paid with all your jack |
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Did you keep a watch for the dead man's wind |
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Did you see the woman with the comb in her hand |
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Wailing away on the wall on the strand |
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As you danced to the Turkish song of the damned |
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Did you keep a watch for the dead man's wind |
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Did you see the woman with the comb in her hand |
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Wailing away on the wall on the strand |
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As you danced to the Turkish song of the damned |
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And as I sit and talk to you I see your face go white |
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This shadow hanging over me is no trick of the light |
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The spectra on my back will soon be free |
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The dead have come to claim a debt from thee |
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Did you keep a watch for the dead man's wind |
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Did you see the woman with the comb in her hand |
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Wailing away on the wall on the strand |
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As you danced to the Turkish song of the damned |
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Did you keep a watch for the dead man's wind |
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Did you see the woman with the comb in her hand |
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Wailing away on the wall on the strand |
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As you danced to the Turkish song of the damned |
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Did you keep a watch for the dead man's wind |
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Did you see the woman with the comb in her hand |
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Wailing away on the wall on the strand |
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As you danced to the Turkish song of the damned |