| I hear that death sound, baby
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| Oh, like an echo in my brain
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| I hear that death sound, baby
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| Oh, like an echo in my brain, brain
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| Well, there’s a part of us dying
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| You know that things will never be the same
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| Ah, never be the same!
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| I feel the black nails a-poundin' now
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| Yes, into the coffin of our love
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| Hear the black nails a-poundin' now
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| Yes, into the coffin of our love
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| Well, like a black shrouded hunter now
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| Don’t you know that I have killed a snow white dove
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| Oh, I’ve killed the dove
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| Well, the time sands keep a-fallin' now
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| On towards our ending day
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| Yeah, the time sands keep a-fallin'
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| Towards our ending day
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| I see the minutes chasing the hours
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| Yes, to the words that we should say
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| Ah we should say |