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Sing this song ( When I'm gone)
Listening to the song playing in my head
Discussing with myself the latest book I've read
No one to talk with but the living dead
on a mission to find a gentle bed
Tapping along to the same ol' song
Wondering where on this Earth I belong
Where the days are short and the nights are long
and nothing I say is ever wrong
And still that tune is rolling on
the only that'll stick with me until dawn
as sweet and innocent as a baby fawn
unlike the others who are all long gone
The melody hasn't changed its pace
it's going to stay my partner in this life long race
its a different day but the same ol' face
who'll never disappear without a trace
So when I die, let the organist play this tune
and on the juke box in every bar and saloon
and when the clock strikes at high noon
on the coldest day in December and hottest in June
On every mountain peek and every desert dune
each and every regiment and platoon
from the firey sun to the cold, cold moon
when you think of me, sing this tune
