| If it kills me, snuffs out the lamp for ever more
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| Kicks me senseless, leaves me bleedin' at your door
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| At least it won’t hurt anymore
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| Theres a screamin' in my head
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| And a rattlin' deep inside
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| And it wasn’t the dozen odd jars that I swallowed last night
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| I just don’t feel right
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| If it rises in my throat and I fall down chokin'
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| Just drag me out o’er the old hill
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| If it kills me… and it probably will
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| When it comes in ashen robes to claim me in the night
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| Will you polish my brogues and button my collar down tight
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| Christ, I must look a sight
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| When they carry me away don’t let 'em hear you cry
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| Or thankin' the saints that I finally fucked off and died
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| I was leavin' anyway
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| If it snatches me away or it takes me slow
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| Like cheap liquor and homemade pills
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| If it kills me… and it probably will
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| Oh one man’s shit is another man’s sugar, just leave it outside and you’ll see
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| It’s gone the same day though tonight you’ll bring someone else’s old shit home
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| to me
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| You squander your favours like a bawdy old sailor and laugh while I beg for the
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| change
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| Oh, you’re cruel and you’re strange
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| Will you see me? |
| Will I cross your room each night?
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| Or do the sulphurous lamps of this city all burn too bright?
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| You should really get away
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| From the concrete and the wire, the long and angry days
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| Y’know they’re hardly the stuff to set your soul ablaze
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| You’ve been smoulderin' for years
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| If it rips through my veins, tears me flesh from bone
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| I’ll hear the voices of the faithful «You'll never walk alone…»
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| If it kills me, if you wake and I’m gone
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| If I’m dust on the wind and you’re left to your own
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| I’ll love you… if it kills me
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| And it probably will |