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My death is like a swinging door |
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A patient girl who knows the score |
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Whistle for her |
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And the passing time |
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My death waits like a desperate truth |
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At the funeral of my youth |
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We pray for that |
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And the passing time |
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My death waits like a witch at night |
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As surely as all love is bright |
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Who loves for us |
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And the passing time |
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But whatever is behind the door |
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You know, there's nothing left to do |
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Angel or devil, I don't care |
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For in front of that door |
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There is you |
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My death waits beneath my pillow |
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To catch my sleep in endless tableau |
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So let's freeze |
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The passing time |
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My death waits to allow my friends |
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A few good times before it ends |
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Let's drink to that |
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And the passing time |
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My death waits in your arms, your thighs |
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Your soothing fingers will close my eyes |
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But let's not talk about |
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The passing time |
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But whatever is behind the door |
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And whoever waits for me |
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Angel or devil, I don't care |
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For in front of that door, you will be |
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My death waits among the fallen leaves |
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At my coffin where they grieve |
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And now let's nail the passing time |
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My death waits among the rows |
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Where the blackest shadow goes |
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Let's cast blooms upon the passing time |
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My death waits in a double bed |
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Sands of oblivion at my head |
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Pull up the sheets against |
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The passing time |
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But whatever is behind the door |
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You know there's nothing much to do |
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Angel or devil, I don't care |
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For in front of that door, there is you |
