Death knocks

NOT YOU AGAIN,
                            I say

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THAT'S WHAT I WAS GONNA SAY,
                                    Says death

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I been real busy for awhile

Gettin the place tidy for when I'm gone

You know

Tryin to wash off all the blood stains

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Gathering up alla the Love Poems

N burnin em  in the Fire

You know

Make a little room for Real Love

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Even alla my friends're becoming stupid

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All the people

Like clothes

Tossed into a suitcase

Picked up the the bell-hop

Who walks out the Door

WONDER WHERE HE'S GOIN

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Like a story

Written on some paper

Crumbled up

Blowing through some alley

Somewhere