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Hey, Mrs, Johnson
Hey, Mrs. Johnson Soon I'll be dead Soon I'll be six feet under My children will cry At the volume of thunder Hey, Mrs. Johnson I hope you don't mind No one lends you it back I'm not borrowing your time I stole it Or you spent it You can't relive a scene You're living Or you're dying But there's no in between And that's why I'm sad As I rot on this beds I spend my life dying Stead of living And now I'm deads I spent my life working To pay off my bills Didn't see the world with my children And now I never will Hey, Mrs. Johnson This isn't to depress Just a warning that your life May be even less Hey, Mrs. Johnson I'm scared like a baby At age thirty-seven Did my tree blossom Or wilt itself away Am I in hell Or am I in heaven? Hey, Mrs. Johnson Call me the priest I hope he can pray For me as I decease Hey, Mrs. Johnson Death is calling me The streets feel desolate Glass houses are empty And lonely Hey, Mrs. Johnson Death's walking the street Every second a lamp shatters Crystals broken and tattered Did I even matter? Hey, Mrs. Johnson On my very last breath Death shall be no more I shall conquer death.
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