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Pardon me my dear, you've gone straight to my head |
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It's now been two months, that I expect you to be dead |
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And I could swear on this but I can't be sure |
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I think the hands of fate just got a manicure |
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'Cause everything about you, darling, seems to indicate |
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There's gonna be a little wait before the Pearly Gates |
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I ain't gonna die, I ain't gonna die this year |
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I ain't gonna die, I ain't gonna die this year |
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I said, I ain't gonna die |
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I ain't gonna die this year |
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And after that it's still unclear |
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But I ain't gonna die, I ain't gonna die this year |
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And no more medicine, no more wine |
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No more cigarettes, this party only serves time |
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And honey, you're my religion |
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Even though, you haven't yet expanded to include a Heaven after |
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Even though, I have demanded it |
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I just want to tell you, darling |
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How I feel about you |
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The best way I know how to |
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So, I ain't gonna die, I ain't gonna die this year |
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Said, I ain't gonna die, I ain't gonna die this year |
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Said, I ain't gonna die |
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I ain't gonna die this year |
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And after that it's still unclear but I ain't gonna die |
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I ain't gonna die this year, that's what I said |
