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Artist/Band: 
Marc Almond 
Lyrics for Song: Deaths Diary 
Lyrics for Album: Enchanted [2002]
  
               
  36620>On monday I took a flower
  Dried it in my hand
  Covered it in poison
  And I threw it on the land
  On wasted ground it tried to root
  But choked upon the sand
 
 
  And there's room in my diary for you, my friend
  And there's room in my diary for you
 
 
  On tuesday I took a bird
  Such pain to hear it sing
  I blackened it with petrol
  And oiled it's little wings
  I tainted the breeze
  As I threw it to the wind
 
 
  And there's room in my diary for you, my friend
  And there's room in my diary for you
 
 
  On wednesday I took a man
  He begged please help me die
  For he lay in pain and suffering
  It made his loved ones cry
  I can be terrible and gentle
  In the blinking of an eye
 
 
  And there's room in my diary for you, my friend
  And there's room in my diary for you
 
 
  On thursday I took a woman
  Heavy with a child
  My old friend rape had paid a visit
  Had stayed a little while
  In a back street I touched her
  With a wire and a smile
 
 
  And there's room in my diary for you, my friend
  And there's room in my diary for you
 
 
  On friday I took a city
  Cursed it with a plague
  Powdered crystals, smoking pipes
  To crush and to enslave
  And a row of dirty needles
  Lines the route onto the grave
 
 
  And there's room in my diary for you, my friend
  And there's room in my diary for you
 
 
  On saturday I took a country
  Praying for the rain
  Parched throats and swollen lips
  Without a harvest grain
  And I wiped out generations
  And I'd do it all again
 
 
  And there's room in my diary for you, my friend
  And there's room in my diary for you
 
 
  On sunday I took the world
  A bomb I did employ
  Seven days to create life
  And one day to destroy
  Every woman every man
  Every girl and boy
 
 
  And there's room in my diary for you, my friend
  And there's room in my diary for you
 
 
  Now as I close my diary
  And I've made my final date
  I blow away the ashes
  And I stoke the smoking grate
  I've no distinction between pain and joy
  No line twixt love and hate
 
 
  There's no room in my diary for you, my friend
  There's no room in my diary for you
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| Album Lyrics: Enchanted [2002] | 
 
   Marc Almond 
"Enchanted [2002]"
 
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