| Coffin car, she’s riding a coffin car
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| People watching her with tender eyes
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| Friends whispering in kindly words
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| Children running, waving hands
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| Telling each other, how pretty she is
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| Coffin car, she likes to ride a coffin car
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| Friends making ways for the first time
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| People throwing kisses for the first time
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| Showering flowers, ringing bells
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| Telling each other, how nice she is
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| Coffin car, she’s riding a coffin car
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| Wives showing tears for the first time
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| Husband taking their hats off for the first time
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| Crushing their handkerchiefs, rubbing their nose
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| Telling each other, how good she is
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| Half the world is dead anyway
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| The other half is asleep
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| And life is killing her
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| Telling her to join the dead
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| So ev’ry day, she likes to ride a coffin car
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| A flower covered coffin car
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| Pretending she was dead |