(Lloyd)
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I'm too weak,
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And can't sleep,
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I think I'm fading fast,
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It's complete,
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I won't weep,
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Though I see my life flashing past.
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With all the things I wanted to do,
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All the places that I've never seen,
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All the love I should have given to you,
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All the things that might have been.
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Don't let time catch you empty-handed,
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Bitter and resentful at the end,
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But take these dying words as an example,
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They're easy enough to comprehend.
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I'm too weak,
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And can't sleep,
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So
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And write words
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And set it to music,
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But it's a song that someone else will have to sing.
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Like all the songs I should have been singing,
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All these years in my ears they were ringing,
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It's too late, yes, I understand,
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It's not too late for another man.
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Don't let time catch you empty-handed,
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Bitter and resentful at the end,
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But take these dying words as an example,
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They're easy enough to comprehend.
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Take these dying words as an example,
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They're easy enough to comprehend.
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Dying Words
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Richard Lloyd |