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Artist/Band:
David Bowie
Lyrics for Song: My Death
Lyrics for Album: Rarest One Bowie [2002]
My death waits like an old roue'
So confident, I'll go his way
Whistle to him and the passing time
My death waits like a Bible truth
At the funeral of my youth
Are we proud for that and the passing time?
My death waits like a witch at night
As surely as our love is right
Let's not think about the passing time
But whatever lies behind the door
There is nothing much to do
Angel or devil, I don't care
For in front of that door there is you
My death waits like a beggar blind
Who sees the world through an unlit mind
Throw him a dime for the passing time
My death waits there between your thighs
Your cool fingers will close my eyes
Let's think of that and the passing time
My death waits to allow my friends
A few good times before it ends
So let's think of that and the passing time
For whatever lies behind the door
There is nothing much to do
Angel or devil, I don't care
For in front of that door there is you
My death waits there among the leaves
In magician's mysterious sleeves
Rabbits and dogs and the passing time
My death waits there among the flowers
Where the blackest shadows, blackest shadows cowers
Let's pick lilacs for the passing time
My death waits there in a double bed
Sails of oblivion and my head
So pull up your sheets against the passing time
But whatever lies behind the door
There is nothing much to do
Angel or devil, I don't care
For in front of that door there is, Thank You
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| Album Lyrics: Rarest One Bowie [2002] |
David Bowie
"Rarest One Bowie [2002]"
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