| Come sister death
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| And get me out of here
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| I know what you know
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| There’s no need to talk anymore
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| And when you’re tired
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| And when you’re sick at heart
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| And when you’re lonely
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| She’ll be living there
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| And she’ll pick you up And she’ll cool you down
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| And she’ll hold you close
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| There’s no need to talk anymore
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| You’ll just bleed if you talk anymore
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| In your sister’s arms
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| And sister death is watching you
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| And sister death is always there
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| She’d like to be your special friend
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| She’d like to show how much she cares
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| And you’ve seen her in those clubs
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| And from the back seat of a car
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| And sister death is very beautiful
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| And never very far away
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| Said: «Get me out of here»
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| Looked across the crowded room
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| And I said: «get me out of here»
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| To the girl with the mad eyes and serious earrings
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| It’s hot in here, too hot in here
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| There’s too much conversation
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| Said I hate it here, can’t stand it here
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| There’s too much conversation
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| Won’t you get me out of here
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| Oh get me out of here, sister
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| Won’t you get me out of here
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| Oh get me out of here, get me out of here, sister
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| I’m in heaven
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| Come sister death
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| And get me out of here
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| I know what you know
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| There’s no need to talk anymore |