can you keep a secret?
promise not to tell?
someone's slipped me aqua toffana
to ensure i don't get well
nobody believes me
when i tell them so
i say, "i've been poisoned!"
and they just stare
and ask me how i know
well,
i can feel it
i can feel it
i can feel it
fingers at my window
grey man at my door
he know's what i'm writing, but darling only
i know who it's for
oh, how very quickly
my tenure was spent
i had so much promise that oftentimes
i wonder where it went
fluster, change the subject,
won't make me forget
i know Death is lurking
i just haven't seen
or heard It yet
but,
i can feel It
i can feel It
i can feel It
o-ho-ho,
i can feel It
i can feel It
i can feel It
and if i die tomorrow
that will show you then
leave me to my sorrow, my bill collectors
and my requiem
leave me to my sorrow, my bill collectors
and my requiem
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