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You Gotta Die Sometime
You Gotta Die Sometime
You Gotta Die Sometime
O - kay, when the doc - tor star - ted us - ing phra - ses like you'll pass a - way, what could I say? I said
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Doc - tor, in plain Eng - lish, tell me why was I cho - sen, why me, of all men?
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Doc - tor, here's the good part, at least death means I'll ne - ver be scared a - bout dy - ing a - gain".
Let's get on with li - ving while we can and not play dumb. Death's gon - na come. When it
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does, screw the nerves, I'll be eat - ing hors d'oevres. It's the roll of the dice and no crime.
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hope in the end He takes me in his arms and lets me hold his face; he holds me in his arms and whis-pers some-thing
fun - ny... he lifts me in his arms and tells me to em - brace his at - tack!
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Then the scene turns to black. Life sucks. Peo - ple al - ways hate a lo - ser and they
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hate lame ducks. Screw me in shucks! That's it. That's the ball game. I don't
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smoke, don't do drugs and then comes the bad news! I quit! That's the ball game. It's the
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chink in the ar - mor, the shit in the kar - ma the blues. Can I keep my cool des - pite the urge to
fall a - part? How should I start? I would cry if I could, but it does no damn good to ex -
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Death's a fun - ny pal, with a weird sort of ta - lent: He puts his arms a - round my neck and walks me to
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the bed. He pins me up a - gainst the wall and kis - ses me like cra - zy. The ma - ny stu - pid things I
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thought a - bout with dread, now de - light! Then the scene turns to white.
Give me the balls to or - ches - trate a grace - ful leave, that's my re - prieve. To go out with - out
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care, my head high in the air! It's the last lit - tle moun - tain I'll climb.
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got - ta die some - time, you got - ta die some - time. You got - ta die some - time some - time, some - time,
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poco a poco rit.
some - time, some - time, some - time, some - time, some - time!
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