| And in a state of deep decay
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| Your flesh, it rots away
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| But I still can’t accept that you have died
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| I know that I should bury you
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| Can’t bear to let you go
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| 'Cause I haven’t got the strength to say goodbye
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| As I lay beside you, your body oh, so still
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| Believe me love, I could never do you ill
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| I just want to hold you, put your hands upon my flesh
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| Your fingers so cold, the uncertain feel of death
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| Only you and I know what goes on behind closed doors
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| And now I can do things to you I never could before
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| Be still, my love, as in your arms I lie
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| A much more faithful lover than you were before you died
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| And in a state of deep decay
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| Your flesh it rots away
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| But I still can’t believe that you have died
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| I know that I should bury you
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| Can’t bear to let you go
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| 'Cause I haven’t got the strength to say goodbye
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| Lying in our bed, so peaceful, yet so cold
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| You will never know the joys and pain of growing old
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| I handle you so gently, I must not increase the loss
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| I live in mortal fear, that the best bits might fall off
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| And in a state of deep decay
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| Your flesh, it rots away
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| But I still can’t accept that you have died
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| I know that I should bury you
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| Can’t bear to let you go
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| 'Cause I haven’t got the strength to say goodbye
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| When people call to see you, I say you’ve gone away
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| Only you and I know that with me you’ll always stay
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| If I bring home other lovers, there is nothing you will say
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| I know I can rely on you to stay out of the way
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| We never seem to argue like we used to do before
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| And you don’t come home at 4AM, lay drunk outside the door
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| And I will never find a more faithful geezer
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| I know when I’m out clubbing, you’re at home locked in the freezer |