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"My death is like a swinging door A patient girl who knows the score Whistle for her And the passing time My death waits like a desperate truth At the funeral of my youth We pray for that And the passing time My death waits like a witch at night As surely as all love is bright Who loves for us Amd the passing time But whatever is behind the door You know, there's nothing left to do Angel or devil, Idon't care For in front of that door There is you My death waits beneath my pillow To catch my sleep in endless tableau So lets freeze The passing time My death waits to allow my friends A few good times before it ends Let's drink to that And the passing time My death waits in your arms Your thighs Your soothing fingers will Close my eyes But let's not talk about The passing time But whatever is behind the door And whoever waits for me Angel or devil I don't care For in front of that door You will be My death waits among the fallen leaves At my coffin where they greive And now lets nail the passing time My death waits among the rows Where the blackest shadow goes Let's cast blooms upon the passing time My death waits in a double bed Sands of oblivion at my head Pull up the sheets against The passing time But whatever is behind the door You know there's nothing much to do Angel or devil I dont care For in front of that door There is you "