(Shane MacGowan / Jem Finer)
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I come old friend from hell tonight
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Across the rotting sea
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Nor the nails of the Cross
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Nor the blood of Christ
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Can bring you help this eve
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The dead have come to
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Claim a debt from thee
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They stand outside your door
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Four score and three
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Did you keep a watch for a dead man's wind
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Did you see the woman with the comb in her hand
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Wailing away on the wall on the strand
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As you danced to the Turkish song of the damned
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You remember when the ship went down
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You left me on the deck
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The captain's corpse jumped up
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And threw his arms around my neck
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For all these years I've had him on my back
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This debt cannot be paid with all your jack
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And as I sit and talk to you I see your face go white
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This shadow hanging over me
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Is no trick of the light
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The spectre on my back will soon be free
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The dead have come to claim
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A debt from thee
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Turkish Song Of The Damned
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The Pogues |