| Come the morning I’ll be married to death,
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| And fear will be my best man.
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| Come the morning I’ll be dragged down the aisle,
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| The alter is old age, and envy is my child.
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| If we’re born for only stories to tell,
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| Why do you live inside a hell?
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| All that’s left at the end of your rope,
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| A noose to hang your dreams and hope.
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| Death, disaster, life, ever after.
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| Death, (close in year by year)
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| Disaster, (now I have no fear)
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| Life, (is my sadness)
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| Ever after.
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| I don’t want to be buried with guilt,
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| But I want to live with free will.
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| I’m married to death,
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| And my mistress is disaster.
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| Death, (close in year by year)
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| Disaster, (now I have no fear)
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| Life, (is my sadness)
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| Ever after.
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| Death, (close in year by year)
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| Disaster, (now I have no fear)
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| Life, (is my sadness)
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| Ever after.
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| Death, married me.
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| I’ll be the best man I can be.
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| Disaster, followed me.
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| And I can hardly breathe.
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| Death, married me.
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| I’ll be the best man I can be.
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| Disaster, followed me.
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| And I can hardly breathe.
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| Death, married me.
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| I’ll be the best man I can be.
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| Disaster, followed me.
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| And I can hardly breathe.
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| Death, married me.
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| I’ll be the best man I can be.
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| Disaster, followed me.
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| And I can hardly breathe. |