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They're taking me down, my friend |
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And as they uskher me off to my end |
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Will I bid you adieu? |
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Or will I be seeing you soon? |
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If what they say around here is true |
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Then we'll meet again |
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Me and you |
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My time is at hand, my dove |
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They're gunna pass me to that house above |
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Is Heaven just for victims, dear? |
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Where only those in pain go? |
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Well it takes two to tango |
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We will meet again, my love |
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I know |
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If you're in Heaven then you'll forgive me, dear |
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Because that's what they do up there |
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If you're in Hell, then what can I say |
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You probably deserved in anyway |
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I guess I'm gunna find out any day |
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For we'll meet again |
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And there'll be Hell to pay |
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Your face comes to me from the depths, dear |
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Your silent mouth mouths, 'Yes", dear |
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Dark red and big with blood |
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They're gunna shut me down, my love |
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They're gunna launch me into the stars |
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Well, all things come to pass |
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Glory hallelujah |
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This prayer is for you, my love |
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Sent on the wings of a dove |
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An idiot prayer of empty words |
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Love, dear, is strictly for the birds |
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We each get what we deserve |
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My little snow white dove |
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Rest assured |
