| Just a moment dear
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| I hear someone at the door
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| And the beating of a heart
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| That I hid beneath the floor
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| They’ve come for me love
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| Save yourself
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| I am far beyond repair
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| They will bury me alive
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| But I’m not inclined to care
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| I am too far gone now
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| So dry your eyes and count to ten
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| They’ll have me on the pyre by then
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| Forget the man I used to be
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| You’ll move a long more easily
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| A moment dear
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| I hear someone in the hall
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| And the plundering of promises
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| We hung up on the wall
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| They’ve come for us love
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| Save yourself I am bitter to the bone
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| And I’m growing rather fond
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| Of the wandering alone
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| I am too far gone now
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| So dry your eyes and count to ten
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| They’ll have me on the pyre by then
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| Forget the man I used to be
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| You’ll move a long more easily
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| Now I must finish what I started
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| I’ll write a symphony for the departed
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| I have no time for second chances
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| So I survive on bourbon, blood, and backward glances
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| The scene begins
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| Your cries become the wind
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| A desperate plea best left unheard
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| Then my contrived goodbye
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| A poet’s pantomime
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| A drunken jester’s final words
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| Just a moment dear
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| I hear someone at the door
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| And the beating of a heart that I hid beneath
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| They’ve come for me love
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| Now I must finish what I started
|
| I’ll write a symphony for the departed
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| I have no time for second chances
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| So I survive on bourbon, blood, and backward glances
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| Dry your eyes and count to ten
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| They’ll have me on the pyre by then |