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My death is like a swinging door
A patient girl who knows the score
Whistle for her
And the passing time
My death waits like a desperate truth
At the funeral of my youth
We pray for that
And the passing time
My death waits like a witch at night
As surely as all love is bright
Who loves for us
Amd the passing time
But whatever is behind the door
You know, there's nothing left to do
Angel or devil, Idon't care
For in front of that door
There is you
My death waits beneath my pillow
To catch my sleep in endless tableau
So lets freeze
The passing time
My death waits to allow my friends
A few good times before it ends
Let's drink to that
And the passing time
My death waits in your arms
Your thighs
Your soothing fingers will
Close my eyes
But let's not talk about
The passing time
But whatever is behind the door
And whoever waits for me
Angel or devil
I don't care
For in front of that door
You will be
My death waits among the fallen leaves
At my coffin where they greive
And now lets nail the passing time
My death waits among the rows
Where the blackest shadow goes
Let's cast blooms upon the passing time
My death waits in a double bed
Sands of oblivion at my head
Pull up the sheets against
The passing time
But whatever is behind the door
You know there's nothing much to do
Angel or devil
I dont care
For in front of that door
There is you
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DJ Tiesto : Beautiful things
Got up early, found something's missing
my only name.
No one else sees but I got stuck,
and soon forever came.
Stopped pushing on for just a second, then nothing's changed.
Who am I this time, where's my name?
I guess it crept away.
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No one's calling for me at the door.
And unpredictable won't bother anymore.
And silently gets harder to ignore.
Look straight ahead, there's nothing left to see.
What's done is done, this life has got it's hold on me.
Just let it go, wha-
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t now can never be.
I forgot that I might see,
So many beautful things.
I forgot that I might need,
to find out what life could bring.
Take this happy ending away, it's all the same.
God won't waste this simplicity on possib....
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