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Oh, Death |
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Oh, Death |
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Won't you spare me over for another year? |
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Oh, Death |
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Oh, Death |
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Won't you spare me over for another year? |
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Mother came unto my bed |
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Placed a towel upon my head |
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Head is warm, my feet are cold |
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Death is moving upon my soul |
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Oh, Death |
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Oh, Death |
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Won't you spare me over for another year? |
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Oh, Death |
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Oh, Death |
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Won't you spare me over for another year. |
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Oh, Death, how you're treating me |
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You close my eyes so I can't see |
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Hurting my body, you make me cold |
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You run my life right out of my soul |
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Oh, Death |
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Oh, Death |
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Won't you spare me over for another year? |
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Oh, Death |
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Oh, Death |
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Won't you spare me over for another year? |
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Oh, the young, the rich, the poor |
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Makes no difference who you are |
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No wealth, no land |
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No silver, no gold |
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Nothing satisfies but your soul |
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Oh, Death |
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Oh, Death |
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Won't you spare me over for another year? |
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Oh, Death |
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Oh, Death |
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Won't you spare me over for another year? |
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And no, Death, keep your hands off my chest |
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I keep waiting for one final breath |
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I know I may not pass this test |
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but oh, Death |
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Oh, Death, oh, Death |
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Death, Death |
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Oh, Death, I'll raise my eyes to the sky |
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Give me great feathered wings to fly |
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But please, now is not my time to die |
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So, oh, Death |
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Oh, Death, oh, Death |
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Death, Death |
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I've been speaking with the dead |
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Removed from my physical proximity |
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But riling through my lungs, oxygen |
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Regimented pain, reminding me of purpose |
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As I hurl myself |
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Unflinching, unblinking |
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into the glow of luminescent tomorrows |
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Without you, I have been speaking with the dead |
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She was reluctant to reveal my amputated dreams |
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But keeps me in her good graces |
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'Cause I love her |
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I have to tell her |
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There are those who would defame you |
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Sprinkling disreputable memories in the well water of your goodness |
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Those discontents roaming aimlessly |
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Shouting voices unheard |
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She speaks to me in dreams |
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Her melancholic whispers prevent my fevered reconsiderations |
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She knows |
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She showed me my future, became my past |
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That seemed like the same breath |
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In my rememberance |
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I explode backwards |
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My rarely punculated heartbeat |
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Runs on setencing me daily again to begin without her |
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Those lingering pomegranate sunsets ready me for her meticulous inspection |
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We see the same stars |
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And I will continue building this legacy we started together |
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Grateful that she armed me with conviction in my condemnation |
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Will not falter in her absense |
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I will luminate every horizon revealed to me |
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'Cause I'm not angry |
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My insomniatic refusals to continue conversations we started |
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When she was in the flesh no longer |
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Called from my ranker |
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Though, there are days that her presence is skin I've never shed |
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There are days when the rustling of leaves resembles her laughter and I spin on my heels |
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Seeking her face in a box of dead trees |
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There are days when I miss her like teeth |
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But I promise, I'm not angry anymore |
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Because I know she would've given her life to be here |
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and I am here |
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Eagerly awaiting the blanket of stars to cover me so that when slumber finally takes me |
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She and I, we will continue this conversation |
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Oh, Death |
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Oh, Death |
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Won't you spare me over for another year? |
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Oh, Death |
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Oh, Death |
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Won't you spare me over for another year? |
