Conversation With Death
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1. Well, what is this that I can't see It's your icy hands, take 'em off of me. Oh, yes, I've come to get your soul And leave your body. Leave it cold. Chorus Oh, death please give me time To lift my heart and change my mind. Your heart is fixed, your mind is bound, I have the shackles to drag you down. 2. I'll fix your hips so you can't walk I'll fix your mouth so you can't talk. I'll close your eyes so you can't see This very hour come go with me. |
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