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EmSomewhere down the road,
AmWell there's a ditch or there's a hole
That marks the sGpot where you will lD/Fie when you are Ccold.
And you can Emrun and you can hide,
And you can Ambitch and you can whine,
But you'll Gnever D/Fsave your lCife.
GWhen you meet Amdeath,G be out of Ambreath,
And Gsay you're pleased to D/Fsee him because you're tired.
EmAmGD/FC
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Now you can Emgo down with the wreck
Or you can Amscurry from the deck
But there's no Gway to save your D/Fskinny little Cneck,
And you can Empray to who you please and you can Amfall down on your knees,
But your Gfeet will D/Fstill get Cwet.
GWhen you meet AmdeathG, be out of Ambreath,
And Gsay you're pleased to D/Fsee him because you're Ftired
Of wondering how much time you have Cleft,
Of worrying that you're no good at Achess,
It's your funeral anyway;
CChoose Gyour Fgame, then let's CplayG. F D
EmAmGD/FC
GWhen you meet Amdeath,G be out of Ambreath,
And Gsay you're pleased to D/Fsee him -
In fact you're Gwaiting for this D/Fmeeting,
And well Gfrankly his time-D/Fkeeeping
Leaves a Clot to be D/Fdesired,
So Ctell that hooded D/Fhuckster that he's firEmed.
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