| They’re seriously saying it’s prolonging me life,
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| If I’ll only submit to the surgical knife?
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| But what are the odds on a month or a week?
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| When the betting shop’s closing its doors, so to speak.
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| When you’re tied to a pump and a breathing machine,
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| With their X-rays and probes and their monitor screens,
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| And they’ll wake ye up hungry, saying «How do ye feel?»
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| And then you’re stuffed full of pills and a barium meal.
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| Prolonging me life? |
| Now that’s some kind of joke!
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| I’d be laughing me head off and I’d probably choke.
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| The spirit’s still willing but the rest of me’s weak,
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| Now the bets are all off and the prospects look bleak,
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| When you’re laid like a piece of old meat on the slab,
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| And they’ll cut and they’ll slice, and they’ll poke and they’ll jab,
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| And they’ll grill ye and burn ye, and they’ll wish ye good health,
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| With their radium, chemo and God knows what else?
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| Well ye can’t fault the science, though the logic is weak,
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| Is it really an eternal life we should seek?
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| That ship has sailed,
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| That ship has sailed,
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| That ship has already sailed… So to speak.
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| Our mission is more than a struggle for breath,
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| For a few extra rounds in a fight to the death.
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| When our mission is love, and compassion and grace,
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| It’s not a test of endurance, or a marathon race.
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| For love is the sabre, and love is the shield,
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| Love is the only true power we wield,
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| An eternal love is all ye should seek,
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| That ship will be ready to sail… So to speak.
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| I hear what you’re saying 'cos I’ve heard it before,
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| But I’m afraid if I let what is past through my door,
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| How long would he stay, a month or a week,
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| When that ship has already sailed, so to speak?
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| Should I settle for something that’s safe on this Earth?
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| What would it profit me, what is it worth?
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| If I lose something precious, completely unique?
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| When it’s only eternity’s love we should seek,
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| For when that ship sails, and the course has been set,
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| And the wind’s in the offing and the sails have been let,
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| And the hatches are full, and the hull doesn’t leak,
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| And the ship is all ready to sail… So to speak.
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| I’m tired and fading and losing the light,
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| And I’ve no way to tell if it’s day or it’s night,
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| Follow your heart, it’s the harbour ye seek,
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| And this ship is ready to sail,
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| This ship is ready to sail,
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| This ship is ready to sail… So to speak. |