| Death be not proud
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| though men will fear you
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| and think you grave when they draw near you
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| 'cause you take us down
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| and we can’t escape the fact
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| but I’ve learned by now
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| your rite is just an act
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| so lay my bones inside a hearse
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| take me in and do your worst
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| but, tell me why you choose to boast
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| you’re just a shadow and a ghost
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| I’ll breathe again, you’ll be surprised
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| when you’re the only one who dies
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| Death, be not proud
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| you’ll soon find out
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| You’re not the end
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| You’re just the start of me
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| beneath my skin is the real heart of me
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| so don’t pretend
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| that you can keep me locked forever in your grasp
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| but you’re just a ship sunk on the ocean floor
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| your flag was stripped when you hit heaven’s shore
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| so close your grip
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| but the only thing you’ll ever hold is dust and ash
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| Death be not proud of that
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| dates on a stone
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| they’re just an alibi
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| a simple line, it can’t sum up my life
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| beneath the tears
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| the wreaths, the letters, and the roses
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| God composes a new life
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| as the old one decomposes
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| So come on death, I’ve got your dues
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| take them any way you choose
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| and shake the heavens with your smile
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| if my bones are worth your while
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| but this coffin’s just a womb
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| my God will get the final laugh
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| Death, here He comes — your epitaph!
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| you’re not the end
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| you’re just the start of me
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| benath my skin is the real heart of me
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| so don’t pretend
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| that you can keep me locked forever in your grasp
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| you’re just a ship sunk on the ocean floor
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| your flag was stripped
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| when you hit heaven’s shore
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| so close your grip
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| but the only thing you’ll ever hold is dust and ash
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| Death be not proud, you set me free at last
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| I lay down my life
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| and find it again
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| dust turns to dust
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| but my heart and soul ascend
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| God bless the path
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| that leads me through life’s shallow end
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| I lay down my life
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| and find it at last
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| dust turns to dust
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| but I escape this shipwrecked mast
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| God bless the calm
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| that drowns the voices from my past
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| I lay down my life
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| and find it anew
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| joy turns to joy
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| at the thought of breaking through
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| God bless the pain
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| that makes me desperate for the view
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| Death be not proud
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| what are you boasting for?
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| thanks be to God
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| your walls are just an open door
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| God bless the place where you can’t haunt me anymore
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| Death be not proud
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| what are you boasting for?
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| thanks be to God
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| your walls are just an open door
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| God bless the place where you can’t haunt me any more
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| Lay my bones inside a hearse
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| take me in and do your worst
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| tell me why you choose to boast
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| you’re just a shadow and a ghost
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| lay my bones inside the dirt
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| take me in and do your worst
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| in the end you’ll be surprised
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| when you’re the only one who dies
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| death be not proud
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| death be not proud |