| I’ll lie down for the last time
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| And fall well away from her
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| I insist that I’ll be dearly missed
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| (please, say «Never,» say «Never!»)
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| I’ll pour down like water
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| And in between the sky and doubt
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| We talked about 'forever'
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| And all our other useless words
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| Until I say
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| «In His silent sound was the
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| Peace I found» but she hides behind
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| Her eyelids
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| And I feel the breath from her nose
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| On my neck as it blows by
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| The warmth passes me (like her love did)
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| «But a tree once cut down
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| Came up new from the ground»
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| And she smiles a lie, «That may very well be,»
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| She replies «And so it goes
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| It’s the Devil, I suppose
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| But it doesn’t matter much to me.»
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| (A one, two, three four!)
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| Put music
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| Put music
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| Put music to our troubles
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| Put music
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| Put music to our troubles
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| And we’ll dance them away
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| From my left eye flow tears of joy
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| Of sorrow from my right
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| «You might be too strong to surrender
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| Boy, but you’re far too frail to fight.»
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| That old dull pain beats in my brain
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| It falls down my back into every limb
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| And it’s more of the same
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| As the warmth that I seem to lack
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| You’ll neither find in him |