I know this song has been written already
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It's not gonna stop me from writing it again
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Not gonna lie, I don't really wanna live
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I'd rather be honest than impressive
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Nothing has changed, and it's 12 years later
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I'm more of a child then I was back then
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Positive thinking won't keep ships from sinking
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I will jump unblinking off the plank, say when
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This road is long, but my patience is not
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And if I must face the gun squad again, then let me get shot
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I will put on my dancing shoes, while the gunmen are holding
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their breath and scream, "one, two, three, one, two, three, watch me,
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I'm waltzing with death"
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If all you need is love, you won't find it
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Even Dr. Love aches for his Lady Luck
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He's self-prescribed, and she's bleary-eyed
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I think this verse died, I wish my songs didn't suck
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This road is long, but my patience is not
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And if I must face the gun squad again, then let me get shot
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I will put on my dancing shoes, while the gunmen are holding
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their breath and scream, "one, two, three, one, two, three, watch me,
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I'm waltzing with death"
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I keep hoping I will die while I'm sleeping
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But I keep waking up with no alarm beeping
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This punishment's cruel but not so unusual
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The years, they fly by, but the moments
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They're creeping
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This road is long, but my patience is not
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And if I must face the gun squad again, then let me get shot
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I will put on my dancing shoes, while the gunmen are holding
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their breath and scream, "one, two, three, one, two, three, watch me,
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I'm waltzing with..."
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A Death Waltz
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| Jay Brannan |
