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25.06.2012 "Le Petit Mort"

Le Petit Mort
In my time of dying, I want you to sing to me;
a pretty lullaby about the trees, before this brown dirt takes me.
In my time of dying, I want you to sing me a song;
one for a confidant, forgive me for all the shit that I have done.
In my time of dying, tap your feet and dance at my bedside;
bring a potion to numb my pain, I will drink all the tears that you cried.

Oh, will you go to bed with me?
Will you go to bed with me?
Will you go to bed with me, in my time of dying?
In my time of dying, never take a smile off of your cute face;
keep the words coming from your lips content, it’s my demons that I wish to erase.
In my time of dying, it’s the music from you that I wish to hear;
play the cello naked with red lipstick on, call me baby, sugar, sweetie pie and sweet dear.
In my time of dying, before evil thoughts come flood my brain;
take the picture of you hanging high above my head, so I remember you when I go insane.

Oh, will you go to bed with me?
Will you go to bed with me?
Will you go to bed with me, in my time of dying?
In my time of dying, as the elephants in my head start to stomp,
be goddamn sure to kiss my lips, before the hammer on my coffin drops.
In my time of dying, I’ll sign the papers giving you everything,
take my body, heart and soul, take my money too, take the lyrics from the songs that I sing.
In my time of dying, I want you to sing to me;
a pretty lullaby about the birds and bees, before the brown dirt swallows me.
Oh, will you go to bed with me?
Will you go to bed with me?
Will you go to bed with me, in my time of dying?
Oh, will you go to bed with me?
Will you go to bed with me?
Will you go to bed with me, in my time of dying?
Oh, will you go to bed with me?
Will you go to bed?

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