| You say your life’s been wasted
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| You say there’s nothing left
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| You’ve been so disillusioned
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| Living on your theft
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| You call up ask to meet me
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| Under our favourite tree
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| I say «This must be real bad
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| For you to call on me»
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| I get there and I find you under our favourite tree
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| I can smell the blossom, and hear the buzzing bee
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| I sit down right beside you and I look into your eyes
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| I feel a deep emotion as you look onto the skies
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| And she says
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| «I've lived a life of evil, some people say I’m mad
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| I’ve been through prostitution, you can’t count the men I’ve had
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| I’ve lived on what I’ve stolen, and hoped inside a lie
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| I beg you stay and hear me now, and help me while I die»
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| I say «What are you talking of?
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| Oh, what is this you say?
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| Dying’s not for you my love,»
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| You say «It's what I pay!»
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| You say «I thought you’d understand, first to make love with me
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| I still remember feeling your gland rubbing deep in me
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| Passionate feelings they arouse, never ask me why
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| Please make love to me once more, here before I die»
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| She’s dying, dying
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| The best way out
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| She’s dying, dying
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| Please don’t shout
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| «Don't tell the world what I tell you here
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| Nor call a doctor while I die, it’s drawing near»
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| I kiss her once upon the cheek, her arms they embrace me
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| She whispers softly while caressing, «Darling, can’t you see?
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| We both make love so passionate, our feelings they must show»
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| Our climaxes now they fulfil, her eyes they close, oh no!
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| She’s dying, dying
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| The best way out
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| She’s dying, dying
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| Please don’t shout
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| «Don't tell the world what I tell you here
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| Nor call a doctor while I die, it’s drawing near»
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| She’s dying
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| She’s dying
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| She’s dying
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| She’s dead |