Until Death

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When we said "Death do us Part", I wish we'd mentioned whose.

Submitted: January 27, 2007

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Submitted: January 27, 2007

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We always knew it had to end
and we would have to choose
when stormwinds blow, to break or bend
to win alone or lose
But I wish we’d known this from the start
before we paid our dues
And when we said, “Death do us part”
I wish we’d mentioned whose
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We might have weathered many storms
but you destroyed that chance
For beauty in her sordid forms
had turned your eye askance
Instead of death you chose a whore
to bury our romance
Now she, the one that you adore
has made her last advance
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There’s something in the air tonight
the smell of her perfume
The snow falls heavy, soft and white
outside the shadows loom
Inside we lay, alone and cold
as thoughts of her consume
The stars will shine their fragile gold
down on her marble tomb
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But if I thought her death would bring
you back to my embrace
Then I was wrong--on everything--
I never can replace
This woman that you loved the most
so much to my disgrace
I guess I’m jealous of a ghost
who’s left her icy trace
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I know that you still miss her
I can see it in your eyes
and I know you want to kiss her
when our kisses seem like lies
I feel the hate in your caress
when thoughts of her arise
To think, the death that parted us
would not be our demise!
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There’s something in the air tonight
the smell of her perfume
The snow falls heavy, soft and white
outside the shadows loom
Inside we lay, alone and cold
as thoughts of her consume
The stars will shine their fragile gold
down on her marble tomb
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You say to count my blessings
I can’t help but wonder why
When through all our second-guessing
you’ve done nothing but deny
Can’t you see she’s torn us far apart?
Why can’t you hear me cry?
I’m dying of a broken heart
and you just watch me die
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I’ve got something you have to hear
so listen to me well
Stop preying on this foolish fear
you should have tried to quell
I want to say I’m leaving
and I bid you now farewell
Tomorrow you’ll be grieving
when they ring my funeral bell
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There’s something in the air tonight
the heavy taste of doom
The snow falls gently, soft and white
outside the shadows loom
Inside you lay, alone and cold
as thoughts of me consume
The stars still shine their fragile gold
on my cold marble tomb


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