When I'm gone, don't bury me
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I will not lie under this town
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I will not lie where I can't see
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Please don't put me underground
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If the day is sunny, let my father say some words
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If the night is starry, let my mother tell you all her stories
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Oh my sister will bake a cake, and on it she'll write something funny
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Go down to the city square and give the artists all my money
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As for all that is inside
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You can give to medicine
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As for all my bones and hide
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Just find a fire to put 'em in
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If the day is sunny, let my father say some words
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If the night is starry, let my mother tell you all her stories
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Oh my sister will bake a cake, and on it she'll write something funny
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Go down to the city square and give the artists all my money
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Though I may be relatively young
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I hope in the final moments
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I hear every song I've ever sung
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At once
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When I'm gone don't weep and moan
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Where I'm going is a pleasant stay
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I'll visit my grandfather's home
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Drink gin with Billie Holiday
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If the day is sunny, let my father say some words
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If the night is starry, let my mother tell you all her stories
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Oh my sister will bake a cake, and on it she'll write something funny
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Go down to the city square and give the artists all my money
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When I'm gone, don't bury me
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I will not lie under this dirty town
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I will not lie where I can't see
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Please don't put me underground
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No, please don't put me under
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Underground
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