Algernon Cadwallader - If It Kills Me | Текст песни

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My bed won't be on fire, I will sleep like a baby.
My head won't be restless. It'd be nice to get off my feet.
I know I will be resting in peace if it kills me.
If I was stranded on a desert island and could only take three things with me I know what they would be.
Mostly though I'd be looking forward to the view.
I don't care if it's not healthy. I don't care if it kills me.

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