| The debts that I got from gambling
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| The warrant for my arrest
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| All my bills which are now outstanding
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| And the bullet hole inside my chest
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| Give my body to medical science
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| If medical science will have me
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| They can take my lungs and kidneys
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| But my heart belongs to Daphne
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| Daphne!
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| Leave a night light on beside my death bed, baby
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| Turn the pillows, change the sheets
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| But don’t switch on my electric blanket
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| Till it’s time to sleep
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| Call my lawyer!
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| Are you prepared to meet your maker
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| And ask for you money back?
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| Have you got a receipt?
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| Are the goods damaged in any way?
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| This is my second to last will and testament
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| Only a rough draft
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| A handwritten estimate
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| Left on a shelf, never signed or delivered
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| With a picture of myself on a boat by the river
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| Don’t bury me at sea
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| The pollution might kill me!
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| Just put my remains in a cheap box
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| And grill me
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| My pension and dole
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| Are there in the wardrobe
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| My air-cushioned soul
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| And my Blue Circle overcoat
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| I’ve left you no answers
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| Just hundreds of questions
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| This is my second to last will and testament
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| Before I, James Robert Injustice
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| Being of unsound body and mind
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| Die |