Текст песни Bowie, David - My Death

Someone requested My Death a while ago. Here it is with a few mistakes 
(98% accurate)

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

			 My Death

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       My death waits like
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       an old drouin (?)
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       So confident
       I'll go his way

       Whistle to him
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      and the passing time
      My death waits like
      a Bible truth
	                        AmG
      at the funeral of my youth
      oh we drank for that
      and the passing time

      My death waits like
      a witched night
     as surely as our love is bright
     let's not think about the passing time

     But whatever lies behind the door
     there is nothing much to do
                                    CB
     Angel or Devil I don't care 
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     For in front of that door there is you
     My death waits like 

     a beggar blind

     who sees the world through a ? mind
     throw him a dime for the passing time

     My death waits there between your thighs
     Your cold fingers will close my eyes
     Let's think of that
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     And the passing time

     My death waits
     to allow my friend
     a few good  times 
     before it ends
     so let's drink to that
     and the passing time

     but whatever lies behind the door
     there is nothing much to 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 magicians mysterious sleeves

     rabbits and dogs
     and the passing time

     My death waits there
     among the flowers
     where the blackest shadow cowers(?)
     Let's pick lilacs for the passing time

     My death waits there 
     in a double bed 
     sails of oblivion
     at my head 
     so pull up your seats against 
     the passing time

     But whatever lies behind the door 
     there is nothing much to do 
     Angel or Devil 
     I don't care  

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

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