I'm sending you a letter
Because I don't think there's much time
Time to clear the cobwebs
Time to bear the crime

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I'm lying on a stretcher
They're lying to my face
There's no-one left to help me
I'm just a waste of space

It's a matter of moments
I'll be dead before you've read
There's blood on the table
And my back is full of lead