David Bowie - The Next Day

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“look into my eyes” he tells her
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“i’m gonna say goodbye” he says yeah
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“do not cry” she begs of him goodbye yeah
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all that day she thinks of his love yeah

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they whip him through the streets and alleys there
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the gormless and the baying crowd right there
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they can’t get enough of that doomsday song
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they can’t get enough of it all

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listen

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“listen to the whores” he tells her
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he fashions paper sculptures of them
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then drags them to the rivers bank in the cart
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their soggy paper bodies wash ashore in the dark
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and the priest stiff in hate now demanding fun begin
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of his women dressed as men for the pleasure of that priest

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here i Am
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not quite dying
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my body left to rot in a hollow tree
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its branches throwing shadows
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on the gallows for me
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and the next day
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and the next
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and another day

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ignoring the pain of their particular diseases
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they chase him through the alleys chase him down the steps
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they haul him through the mud and they chant for his death
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and drag him to the feet of the purple headed priest

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first they give you everything that you want
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then they take back everything that you have
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they live upon their feet and they die upon their knees
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they can work with satan while they dress like the saints
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they know god exists for the devil told them so
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they scream my name aloud down into the well below

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here i Am
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not quite dying
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my body left to rot in a hollow tree
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its branches throwing shadows
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on the gallows for me
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and the next day
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and the next
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and another day