| I always like to be supprised
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| I dont want to be told what happens after I die
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| Death is like a mystery gift wraped up in a box
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| sent from infinity and stamped with question marks.
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| Everyones got theres and I’ve got mine
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| people shake it, weigh it, discuss it all the time.
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| I tend to think theres nothing at all in it But its cool that I could find out any minuete
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| And I whistle past the graveyard when I walk
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| Cause I dont wanna hear the corpses talk
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| I dont wanna hear them grumble and complain
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| Or disscuss how much they want to eat my brain
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| and I always kind of like to be suprised
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| I dont wanna be told what happens after I die.
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| no I dont wanna hear the courpses talk
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| so I whistle past the graveyard when I walk
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| Well if we lived for ever we’d realy want to find out
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| But what a relief, we all die, so theres nothing to worry about
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| Some say that life is empty, some say its meaningless
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| And some say it isn’t such a bad thing if it is
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| and some say im wrong and that i’ll go to hell
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| But i’d be happy just knowing that there was a point so its just aswell
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| some people assume that youll suffer there, they just think you’re selfish
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| if I was in hell id be glad knowing that other people are in heaven
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| it’d make it no so hellish
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| And I whistle past the graveyard when I walk
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| Cause I dont wanna hear the corpses talk
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| but I want black cats to cross my path and I pick up bad pennys
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| and if theres monsters in my closet then come and get me and I always kind of like to be suprised
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| I dont wanna be told what happens after I die.
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| no I dont wanna hear the courpses talk
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| so I whistle past the graveyard when I walk |