| When the doctor came to see us
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| He said your fight will not be long
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| And thought it pains me so to say it
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| It’s seldom that I’m wrong
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| My name and my position
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| They hang proudly on my wall
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| And I hated him for being here
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| I wished that he would go
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| But I just sat there unaffected
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| You know I’d been brought up right
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| And I stayed that way for three whole weeks
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| They came for you one night
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| And in the darkness of November
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| Although I could hardly see
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| I swear I saw Saint Peter offer you relief
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| You just went to him in silence
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| Those doctors had been wrong
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| Yes time had left some marks on you
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| Tonight all that is gone
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| As you moved towards the doorway
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| Oh I begged you not to leave
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| But your tired lips said nothing
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| Your eyes shone with relief
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| And all at once it came to me
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| And I fell down on my knees
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| See every man must build a life
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| And someday watch it leave |