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bold now, the chariot's arriving
and i am twelve closer to dying
sickening that i could've been counting men
and it still would've made sense
hold now, the pitchfork is arriving
my conciense is so close to diving
i hope you will go right
i don't want to have to die tonight
too cold, but i'm too weak to try this
ask me, only to make me sad
to do what i already have
never ask me to lie with you while you die.
never ask me to lie with you while you die.
never ask me, i have so many times.
i have so many times.
breathe deep and hope for more than silence
and i am twelve closer to dying
sickening that i could've been counting men
and it still would've made sense
hold now, the pitchfork is arriving
my conciense is so close to diving
i hope you will go right
i don't want to have to die tonight
too cold, but i'm too weak to try this
ask me, only to make me sad
to do what i already have
never ask me to lie with you while you die.
never ask me to lie with you while you die.
never ask me, i have so many times.
i have so many times.
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