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作曲 : J Brel |
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作词 : J Brel/M Shuman/E Blau |
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My death waits like an old roue |
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So confident, Ill go his way |
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Whistle to him |
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And the passing time... |
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My death waits like a Bible truth |
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At the funeral of my youth |
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We drank for that - |
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The passing time.. |
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My death waits like |
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A witch at night |
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As surely as our love is right |
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Lets not think of that or the passing time |
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But whatever lies behind the door |
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There is nothing much to do... |
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Angel or devil, I dont care |
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For in front of that door... |
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There is you. |
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My death waits like a beggar blind |
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Who sees the world through an unlit mind |
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Throw him a dime |
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For the passing time... |
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My death waits to allow my friends |
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A few good times |
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Before it ends |
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Lets not think about |
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And the passing time.. |
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My death waits there, between your thighs, |
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Your cool fingers will close my eyes, |
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Lets not think about the passing time. |
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For whatever lies behind the door |
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There is nothing much to do... |
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Angel or devil, I dont care |
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For in front of that door... |
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There is you. |
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My death waits there among the leaves |
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In magicians mysterious sleeves, |
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Rabbits and dogs, and the passing time... |
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My death waits there, among the flowers |
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Where the blackest shadows cowers |
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So lets pick lilacs |
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The passing time.. |
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My death waits there, in a double bed |
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Sails of oblivion and my head |
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Lets not think about |
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The passing time. |
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But whatever lies behind the door |
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There is nothing much to do... |
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Angel or devil, I dont care |
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For, in front of that door... |
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There is you. |
