| I have a rendezvous with Death
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| (What?)
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| At some disputed barricade
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| (What? Me?)
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| May be he shall take my hand
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| And lead me into his dark land
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| And close my eyes and quench my breath
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| I have a rendezvous with Death
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| I got a date with death I can’t be late
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| She told me to pick her up at bout 8
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| If looks could kill then I’d be dead
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| I need her like I need a fuckin whole in my head
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| I got a date with death she wanna take me out
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| Vampire police stake me out
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| Peruvian fish scale flake me out
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| Thought I was gone live but she faked me out
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| All around me are familiar faces
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| Worn out places
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| Worn out faces
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| Death is at my door
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| And I know what she knocking for
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| I got that dope she tryna score
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| I give her some she want some more
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| She want some more…
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| Death comes in 2s and 3s
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| I’m from Detroit it comes with ease
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| On every street and every block
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| Death be up in every spot
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| Death by day, death by night
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| Dath be running thru the light
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| Death be crashing into you
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| And it wasn’t accidental |