My Death by Jacques Brel, performed by David Bowie from
Ziggy Stardust the Motion Picture


            
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[Intro]
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[Verse]
         
      My death

            
 waits like
         
      an old r

         
oué
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      So confident
              
      I'll go 

    
his way

           
      Whistle 

   
to him
          
      and the 

              
passing time
             
      My death

       
 waits like
             
      a Bible 

       
truth
             
      at the f

             
uneral of my y

      
outh
              
      oh we dr


ank for that
              
      and the 

 
passing time

           
     My death 

           
waits like
              
     a witched

  
 night
            
     as surely

              
 as our love i

   
s bright
              
     Let's not

            
 think about t

   
he passing tim

e


            
     But whate

             
ver lies behin

            
d the door
              
     there is 

              
nothing much t

  
o do
            
     Angel or 

             
Devil, I don't

           
 care
              
     For in fr

            
ont of that do

         
or there is yo

u

             

     
     My death 

waits like

     a beggar blind

     who sees the world through an unlit mind
              
     throw him

              
 a dime for th

  
e passing time

            
     My death 

             
waits there be

            
tween your thi

ghs
              
     Your cold

            
 fingers will 

         
close my eyes
           
     Let's thi

nk of that
             
     And the p


assing time


            
     My death 

       
waits
              
     to allow 

   
my friend
        
     a few goo

d times
              
     before it

  
 ends
              
     so let's 


drink to that
             
     and the p

#
assing time


             
     but whate

             
ver lies behin

                
d the door
              
     there is 

              
nothing much t

              
o do
              
     Angel or 

             
Devil, I don't

       
 care

     for in front of that door
              
     there is 


you


     
     My death 

waits there

     among the leaves

     in magician's mysterious sleeves

     rabbits and dogs
             
     and the p

assing time


            
     My death 

      
waits there
              
     among the

 
 flowers
              
     where the

            
 blackest shad

   
ow cowers
              
     Let's pic

            
k lilacs for t

   
he passing tim

e


            
     My death 

      
waits there
              
     in a doub

   
le bed
           
     sails of 

oblivion
           
     at my hea

d
              
     so pull u

       
p your seats a

gainst
         
     the passi

ng time


            
     But whate

             
ver lies behin

           
d the door
              
     there is 

             
nothing much t

       
o do
              
     Angel or 

        
Devil
              
     I don't c

          
are

     for in front of that door.......

there is