| We are gathered here today
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| To mourn the loss of
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| A dearly departed
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| Hard-working
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| Wonderful soul
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| He leaves behind his three wonderful children
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| And his beautiful wife
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| His mighty, mighty beautiful wife
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| His voluptuous, curvy wife
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| I’m sitting here in the afterlife. |
| I see the pearly gates
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| I guess now I’m supposed to wait
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| I got wings; |
| I can fly around. |
| It’s all heavenly
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| I thought I’d live to be at least seventy
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| I got three daughters; |
| the oldest was only ten
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| And I’m supposed to fly? |
| What about them?
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| I left my wife behind to fend for herself
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| And I wasn’t even in poor health
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| I left my family to suffer, down there crying
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| While I’m in the beautiful afterlife, flying
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| I’m waiting in line to see God, and when I get to Him
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| I’ma ask him what the fuck was he doing
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| I was happy on earth; |
| I wanted to stay
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| I can’t do this to my wife. |
| I got so much to say
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| There wasn’t even a goodbye; |
| I just upped and jetted
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| Now they’re staring at my grave, my name embedded
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| Why’d I have to die? |
| (I wasn’t ready to)
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| Why’d I have to die? |
| (God, I’m asking you)
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| Why’d I have to die? |
| (This is bullshit!)
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| Why’d I have to die? |
| (What about my kids?)
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| Why’d I have to die? |
| (I was a young man)
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| Why’d I have to die? |
| (I don’t understand)
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| Why’d I have to die? |
| (I don’t want heaven!)
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| Why’d I have to die? |
| (No, this can’t happen!)
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| I was on my way home from a double shift
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| In my right pocket, I had my wife’s gift
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| It was her birthday. |
| Everything was all right
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| Until a drunk kid blew the light
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| All I remember is headlights approaching
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| Next thing I knew, on my own blood I’m choking
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| The car exploded, and I’m looking down on it
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| When they told my wife, she had to vomit
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| Now I’m flying through the clouds with all the angles
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| I think about it, someone I wanna strangle
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| I wanna live to see my children have their kids
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| I wanna hold them like my father did
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| Why was I cut out? |
| They say he has a plan
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| Well this is torture. |
| I don’t understand
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| How can I watch my family cry
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| And just fly through the sky at look at them like «Bye!»
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| Why’d I have to die? |
| (I wasn’t ready to)
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| Why’d I have to die? |
| (God, I’m asking you)
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| Why’d I have to die? |
| (This is bullshit!)
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| Why’d I have to die? |
| (What about my kids?)
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| Why’d I have to die? |
| (I was a young man)
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| Why’d I have to die? |
| (I don’t understand)
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| Why’d I have to die? |
| (I don’t want heaven!)
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| Why’d I have to die? |
| (No, this can’t happen!)
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| I’m up here watching my own funeral
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| My family’s dressed in black, so are my pals
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| Everybody’s crying. |
| The casket is shut
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| It’s gotta be; |
| I was blown the fuck up
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| I see a preacher I never knew acting somber
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| Hitting on my wife. |
| I can’t take this any longer
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| I see my parents. |
| My mother’s hysterical
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| I wish I could return, perform some kind of miracle
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| But all I can do is wait for them at the gates
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| And I will, no matter how long it takes
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| I hope it’s forever, and they live full lives
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| I wanna see my daughters grow and become wives
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| I’ll probably have to watch my wife remarry
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| 'Cause I was taken so young and unfairly
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| What kind of plan is this? |
| Keep your wings
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| I don’t want anything that heaven brings!
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| Why’d I have to die? |
| (I wasn’t ready to)
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| Why’d I have to die? |
| (God, I’m asking you)
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| Why’d I have to die? |
| (This is bullshit!)
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| Why’d I have to die? |
| (What about my kids?)
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| Why’d I have to die? |
| (I was a young man)
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| Why’d I have to die? |
| (I don’t understand)
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| Why’d I have to die? |
| (I don’t want heaven!)
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| Why’d I have to die? |
| (No, this can’t happen!)
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| Why’d I have to die? |
| (I wasn’t ready to)
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| Why’d I have to die? |
| (God, I’m asking you)
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| Why’d I have to die? |
| (This is bullshit!)
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| Why’d I have to die? |
| (What about my kids?)
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| Why’d I have to die? |
| (I was a young man)
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| Why’d I have to die? |
| (I don’t understand)
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| Why’d I have to die? |
| (I don’t want heaven!)
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| Why’d I have to die? |
| (No, this can’t happen!)
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| Mmm. |
| A dead body is indeed a true delicacy |