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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Amd 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, Idon'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 lets 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
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Your thighs
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Your soothing fingers will
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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
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I don't care
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For in front of that door
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You will be
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My death waits among the fallen leaves
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At my coffin where they greive
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And now lets 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
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I dont care
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For in front of that door
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There is you
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My Death
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The Paper Chase |