I am a man, I am self aware
And everywhere I go
You're always right there with me
I flirted with you all my life
Even kissed you once or twice
And to this day, I swear it was nice
But clearly I was not ready
When you touched a friend of mine
I thought I would lose my mind
But I found out with time that really
I was not ready
Oh death, oh death, oh death
Really I'm not ready
Oh death, you hector me
And decimate those dear to me
You tease me with your sweet relief
You're cruel and you are constant
When my mom was cancer sick
She fought but then succumb to it
But you made her beg for it
Lord Jesus please, I'm ready
Oh death, oh death, oh death
Really I'm not ready
Oh death, oh death, oh death
Now, clearly I'm not ready
Пусть земля тебе будет пухом, друг..
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