| Seven days can be a long
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| Long time my friend
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| When you dream about the cold black chair
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| With straps for both your hands
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| If you wonder what it’s like
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| To know your life will soon be gone
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| Your thoughts are mostly 'bout the things
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| You wish you’d never done
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| (Spoken)
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| Your face is there in the darkest night
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| So clear upon my wall
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| Yet soon I know I’m to face
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| The darkest night of all
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| For on my head they’ll place
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| The thing that brings eternal peace
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| Then death will be the way
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| To make this ache inside me cease
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| A stolen kiss, a warm embrace
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| A secret rendezvous
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| They didn’t seem so wrong
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| That night when first I met you
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| Then there he was, insane with rage
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| To see you held so tight
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| I didn’t mean to kill him
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| When we had that awful fight
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| Seven days I’ve sat here
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| Thinking 'bout our sin
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| Seven days to realize
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| The trouble that I’m in
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| Seven days to weigh the price
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| The man will make me pay
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| Seven days to think 'bout
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| The night you ran away
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| Then you were gone and he lay dead
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| A smile upon his lips
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| He knew this was the last time
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| You’d give him the slip
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| Knew too, the price for stolen love
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| Was just too much to pay
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| Perhaps I too can smile like him
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| When my life ebbs away
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| He’s coming out to lead me on
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| To that little cell-like room
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| I fancy your face is smiling
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| As we walk through the gloom
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| Perhaps you’ve found another
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| Who wants a rendezvous
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| But I’ll, I’ll bet he can’t imagine
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| The price of loving you
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| Seven days I’ve sat here
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| Thinking 'bout our sin
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| Seven days to realize
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| The trouble I’m in
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| Seven days to weigh the price
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| The man will make me pay
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| Seven days to think about
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| The night you ran away… |