My Death — текст песни (David Bowie)

My death waits like an old rou
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
Weep loud for that and the passing time
My death waits like a witch at night
As surely as our love is bright
Let`s not think about the passing time

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But what ever 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 not think of that and the passing time
My death waits to allow my friends
A few good times before it ends
So let`s drink to that and the passing time

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My death waits there among the leaves
In magicians` mysterious sleeves
Rabbits and dogs and the passing time
My death waits there among the flowers
Where the blackest shadow, blackest shadow cowers
Let`s pick lilacs for the passing time
My death waits there in a double bed
Sails of oblivion at my head
So pull up the sheets against the passing time

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