The angel of death came by
Tripping and stumbling
Not interested was I
To live another day was my rule
Any other choice not for me
Pick on some sap some fool
I have a lot yet to do
Not playing chess grim reaper
For now we’re through
I live I go on I dance
Happy to be here
Enjoying another chance
Angel of death be gone
There’s no time for your scythe
I’ll awake to meet another dawn
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