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[ti:Out of Breath] |
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[ar:Frank Turner] |
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[al:] |
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Oh, somewhere down the road, well, there's a ditch or there's a hole |
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That marks the spot where you will lie when you are cold |
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And you can run and you can hide |
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And you can ***** and you can whine |
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But you'll never save your life |
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When you meet death, |
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be out of breath |
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And say you're pleased to see him 'cos you're tired |
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Now you can go down with the wreck or you can scurry from the deck |
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But there's no way to save your skinny little neck |
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And you can pray to who you please, and you can fall down on your knees |
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But your feet will still get wet |
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When you meet death, |
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be out of breath |
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And say you're pleased to see him 'cos you're tired |
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Of wondering how much time you've got left |
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Of worrying that you're no good at chess |
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It's your funeral anyway |
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Choose your game |
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Then let's play |
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Yeah, when you meet death, be out of breath |
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And say you're pleased to see him |
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In fact you're waiting for this meeting |
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And well, frankly his time-keeping leaves a lot to be desired |
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So tell that hooded huckster that he's fired |