| I can smell the death on the sheets covering me
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| I can’t believe this is the end
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| But this is my deathbed, I lie here alone
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| If I close my eyes tonight, I know I’ll be home
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| The year was 1941
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| I was eight years old and far, far too young
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| To know that the stories of battles and glory
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| Was a tale a kind mother made up for her son
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| You see, Dad was a traveling preacher
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| Teachin' the words of the Teacher
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| But mother had sworn he went off to the war
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| And died there with honor
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| Somewhere on a beach there
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| But he left once to never return
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| Which taught me that I should unlearn
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| Whatever I thought a father should be
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| I abandoned that thought like he abandoned me
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| By forty-seven, I was fourteen
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| I’d acquired a taste for liquor and nicotine
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| I smoked until I threw up
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| Yet I still lit 'em up for thirty more years
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| Like a machine
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| So right there you have it
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| That one filthy habit
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| Is what got me where I am today
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| I can smell the death on the sheets covering me
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| I can’t believe this is the end
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| I can hear those sad memories still haunting me
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| So many things I’d do again
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| But this is my deathbed, I lie here alone
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| If I close my eyes tonight, I know I’ll be home
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| Got married on my twenty-first
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| Eight months before my wife would give birth
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| It’s easier to be sure you love someone
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| When her father inquires with the barrel of a gun
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| The union was far from harmonious
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| No two people could have been more alone than us
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| The years would go by and she’d love someone else
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| And I realized I hadn’t been loved yet myself
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| From there it’s your typical spiel
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| Yeah, if life was a highway, I was drunk at the wheel
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| I was helping the loose ends all fall apart
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| Yeah, I swear I was destined to fail, and fail from the start
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| I bowled about six times a week
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| A bottle of Beam kept the memories from me
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| Our marriage had taken a seven-ten split
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| And along with my pride, the ex-wife took the kids
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| I can smell the death on the sheets covering me
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| I can’t believe this is the end
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| I can hear those sad memories still haunting me
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| So many things I’d do again
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| But this is my deathbed, I lie here alone
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| If I close my eyes tonight, I know I’ll be home
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| I was so scared of Jesus, but He sought me out
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| Like the cancer in my lungs that’s killing me now
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| And I’ve given up hope on the days I have left
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| But I cling to the hope of my life in the next
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| Then Jesus showed up said, «Before we go up
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| I thought that we might reminisce
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| See, one night in your life when you turned out the lights
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| You asked for and prayed for My forgiveness»
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| «You cried, wolf
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| The tears they soaked your fur
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| The blood dripped from your fangs
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| You said, 'What have I done?'
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| You loved that Lamb
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| With every sinful bone
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| And there you wept alone
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| Your heart was so contrite
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| You said, 'Jesus, please forgive me of my crimes
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| Sanctify this withered heart of mine
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| Stay with me until my life is through
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| And on that day, please take me home with You'»
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| I can smell the death on the sheets covering me
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| I can’t believe this is the end
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| I can hear You whisper to me, «It's time to leave
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| You’ll never be lonely again»
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| But this was my deathbed, I died there alone
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| When I closed my eyes tonight, You carried me home
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| I am the Way
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| Follow Me and take My hand
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| And I am the Truth
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| Embrace Me and you’ll understand
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| And I am the Life
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| And through Me, you’ll live again
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| For I am Love
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| I am Love
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| I, I am Love |