| The Grim Reaper was close
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| He looked at me fondly
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| She looked out the window and smiled
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| She sniffed the bait
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| Although she never touched anything
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| Then, without saying hello, she took them
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| Suppose the fishing
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| She didn't seem very cool
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| Or some other business scared her away
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| But, when she walks rough
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| She goes and she makes you the vendetta
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| It is that she hates the cavalier
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| Why did she paint a dark rumor around here
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| Right to the place she so wanted to get to?
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| She is my infallible companion
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| In this race, that we always have to lose
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| The Grim Reaper was close
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| And she told me, very softly:
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| "Wait a while longer, I'm already with you..."
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| Although she asks for old prey
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| Even to her the tray
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| Sometimes, she surprises her with horror...
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| Don't pray asking for help
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| And bank the evil delirium
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| If this poisonous kiss reached you…
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| like any whore
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| This Grim Reaper keeps me awake
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| The very turra is really attractive
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| Why did she paint a divine cry over here
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| Right to the place she so feared she would arrive?
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| She is my infallible companion
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| In this race, we always have to lose
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| In this race, that we always have to lose
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| In this race that always...
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| Why??? |