| Oh, Angel, come and talk to me,
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| Oh, Angel, have mercy with me,
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| Maybe this is the time for wonders,
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| Maybe it’s the time to set me free,
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| When death is on its way,
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| When death is on its way.
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| Oh, father, tell me what shall be.
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| Oh, father, what am I to see?
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| Is it now that I have to let go?
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| Is it now the time to set me free?
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| When death is on its way,
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| When death is on its way.
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| Oh, mother, I don’t want to sigh,
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| Oh, mother, I don’t want to die.
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| Tell me why does it have to be so
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| Hard to let go when it’s your final day?
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| When death is on its way,
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| When death is on its way!
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| We talk about so many things, in fact we tell us nothing,
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| We hear about so many stuff that’s wasted in our ears,
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| Our days are filled with everything that never brings us futher,
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| But when it comes to say goodbye we’re helpless, drowning in tears!
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| If we don’t remember this in our lifes we’ll forget the day,
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| Then we’re not prepared to find the truth that helps us face the final day.
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| When death is on its way,
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| When death is on its way!
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| Our time is sometimes not so long, our days, they maybe counted,
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| We often build our castles on the sand of make believe,
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| I’ve seen it when I sat beside your bed and held your hand, that
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| Trembled of the pain when you fought your very last fight!
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| If I don’t remember this I don’t remember anything,
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| Something’s there that gave the strengths
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| That’s stronger than the threshold of our pain.
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| When death is on its way,
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| When death is on its way!
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| Once at the gates of eternity,
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| It might be better if the heart is free.
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| I reach out my hands to reality
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| Of life and it’s far beyond all images.
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| Death is on its way,
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| Death is on its way!
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| Death is on its way.
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| Death is on its waaaaaaay. |