| Oh mother, I’m scared to die
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| Where, where do my good deeds lie?
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| Oh father, I’m scared to live
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| Takes more than I’ve got to give
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| Oh sister, my voice is weak
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| Oh brother, I long for sleep
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| Oh hunger, I know you well
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| My cruel friend is a funeral bell
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| And it rings in the day and it rings in the evening
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| Oh, I could pray but it won’t stop you leaving
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| Shadow in black, you are grim from your reaping
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| Oh, can’t you spare just a day for the weeping?
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| Oh lover, I know you’re there
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| And I’d follow you anywhere
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| Oh, give me a hand to hold
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| So that I may face the cold
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| 'Cause it rings in the day and it rings in the evening
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| Oh, I could pray but it won’t stop you leaving
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| Shadow in black, you are grim from your reaping
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| Oh, can’t you spare just a day for the weeping?
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| 'Cause it rings in the day and it rings in the evening
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| Oh, I could pray but it won’t stop you leaving
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| Shadow in black, you are grim from your reaping
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| Oh, can’t you spare just a day for the weeping?
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| Oh, can’t you spare just a day for the weeping? |