Let me tell you a tragedy that will
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Surely frighten you out of your skin
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There once was a god-fearing man
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who unfortunately woke up stone cold dead
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I've got one foot in the grave
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And in its shackles I'm its slave
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And here I lie
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With all the night
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The pearly gates turned me away
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In this sarcophagus I lay
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No longer dead
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but I am bored of breath
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I can feel the cold night air
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I can feel the decay there
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I can feel it in the wind
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In death I have been born again.
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Gather round to hear
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a bleak tale
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In harrowing detail
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of the utmost suffering
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There once was a bizarre outcast
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a bedeviled lost soul
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searching for his end
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The grim reaper snuck up on me
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When I was most unsuspecting
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with scythe in hand
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and my life in remand
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The heavens did dismiss of me
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they spit me out and let me be
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I am deceased
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But I can't rest in peace
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I can feel the cold night air
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I can feel the decay there
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I can feel it in the wind
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In death I have been born again
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In truth, I fear this life appears
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in death exiled from eternity
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So it appears this life I fear
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In death ostracized from mortality
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I've got one foot in the grave
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And in its shackles I'm its slave
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And here I lie
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With all the night
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The pearly gates turned me away
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In this sarcophagus I lay
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No longer dead
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but I am bored of breath
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I can feel the cold night air
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I can feel the decay there
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I can feel it in the wind
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In death I have been born again
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One Foot In The Grave
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