| I am a man
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| I am self-aware
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| And everywhere I go
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| You’re always right there with me
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| I flirted with you all my life
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| Even kissed you once or twice
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| And to this day I swear it was nice
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| But, clearly, I was not ready
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| When you touched a friend of mine
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| I thought I would lose my mind
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| But I found out with time
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| That, really, I was not ready (No, no)
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| Oh death, oh death
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| Oh death, really, I’m not ready
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| Oh death, you hector me
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| And decimate those dear to me
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| You tease me with your sweet relief
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| You are cruel and you are constant
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| When my mom was cancer sick
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| She fought but then succumbed to it
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| But you made her beg for it
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| «Lord Jesus, please, I’m ready»
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| Oh death, oh death
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| Oh death, really, I’m not ready (No, no)
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| Oh death, oh death
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| Oh death, clearly, I am not ready (No, no) |