Death


Can you feel it,
we must run
Death is coming
to ruin our fun.

Can you see it,
it's right there
Death is coming
to get his share.

Can you hear it,
it's so mean
Death is coming
to make you scream.

Uh oh,
you're too late,
Death is here
to take you, mate.

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