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LA MORT

 

I haven’t washed my dreams

My dreams just gather dust

My sleeping world of nightmares

Is cluttered by my wanderlust

My wanderlust

 

In my wake the death card

That life dealt me that day

It gave you what you wanted

While I was washed away

Washed away

Washed away

Washed away

 

Though my heart stopped beating

I celebrate your life

You got away with murder

While I was left holding the knife

Holding the knife

 

And now this life is haunted

By the ghost of life itself

And the living always hurt you

But a ghost ‘aint got a chance in hell

A chance in hell

A chance in hell

A chance in hell

 

The skeleton has a knotted spine

Knee joints ribs and bones

Among the wreaths of flowers

Where we once stood, I’m standing alone

Standing alone

Standing alone

Standing alone

 

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