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FUNERAL TANGO
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(Jouanest/Brel/Shuman)
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Oh I can see them now
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Clutching a hankerchief
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And blowing me a kiss
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Discreetly asking how
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How came he died so young
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Or was he very old
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Is the body still warm
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Or is it already cold
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All doors are open wide
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They grope around inside
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At my desk my drawers my trunk
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There's nothing left to hide
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Some love letters are there
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And an old photograph
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They've laid my poor soul bare
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And now all they do is laugh
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Oh I can see them all
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So formal and so stiff
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Like a seargant at arms
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At a policeman's ball
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And everybody's pushing
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To be the first in line
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Their hearts upon their sleeves
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Like a ten cent valentine
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The old women are there
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Too old to give a damn
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They've brought along the kids
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Who don't know who I am
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They're thinking about the price of my funeral bouquet
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What they're thinking isn't nice
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For now they'll have to pay
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Oh I see all of you
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All of my phoney friends
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Who can't wait for it ends
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Who can't wait till it's through
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Oh I see all of you
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You've been laughing all these years
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Now all that you have left
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Are a few crocodile tears
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Ah you don't even know
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That you're entering your hell
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As you leave my cemetary
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You think you're doing well
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With that one who's at your side
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You're as proud as you can be
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Ah she's going to make you cry
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But not the way you cried for me
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Oh I can see me now
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So cold and so alone
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As the flowers slowly die
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In my field of little bones
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Oh I can see me now
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I can see me at the end
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Of this voyage that I/m on
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Without a love without a friend
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Now all this that I see
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Is not what I deserve
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They really have a nerve
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To say these things to me
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No girls just bread and water
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And your money you must save
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For there'll be nothing left for us
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When you're dead and in your grave
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FUNERAL TANGO
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Scott Walker |