| I’ve just been thinking about my will
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| Thinking about what mark I’ve made
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| And if I get killed
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| I wonder who’ll bring roses to my grave
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| Oh oh oh
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| Oh you never know
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| When it’s your time to go
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| You’ll never know
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| When you’ll have to return your
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| Soul soul soul, soul, soul
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| Sea lions have eight lives but I’ve gone through nine
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| And I don’t want do die
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| But I don’t know how many I have left
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| Or how many I have right
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| How many days or nights
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| You’ll be inside my feline eyes
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| Oh oh oh
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| Oh you never know
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| When it’s your time to go
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| Oh you’ll never know
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| When you’ll have to return your
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| Soul soul soul, soul, soul
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| Soul soul soul, soul, soul
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| Ooooh Aaaah soul soul
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| Oh I’ve just been thinking about my will
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| Thinking about what mark I made
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| And if I get killed
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| I wonder who’ll bring roses to my grave
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| Oh oh oh
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| Oh you never know
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| When it’s your time To go
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| You’ll never know
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| When you’ll have to return your |