About to Die

Dirty Projectors - About To Die
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If the search has been long and futile and brutal,
And if you squint trying to recollect the bosom
Of your hoodlum love...
Hey, baby
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You reach out and into the absence and, gasping,
The vastness grabs you like an alien embrace,
Your face to its face...
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No end, and neither beginning.
You're spinning,
You're breathless, orbiting a dark and hateful star,
An evil world.
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Where would I ever be without you?
How could I hope to seize the tablet of values
And redact it?
Foolish I know.
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But I'm about to die,
About to die,
About to die,
About to die.
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Your life must surely be ending, and, trembling,
You realize you never lived a day at all, Wait...
And it's all your fault. Wow!
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It all seems unspeakably vile, and while
You wretch the memory of all you understood,
The vandal laughs into his hood.
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Where would I ever be without you?
How could I hope to seize the tablet of values
And redact it?
Foolish I know.
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But I'm about to die,
About to die,
About to die,
About to die.
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Look there, the goblin's dressed up like a wound.
Mutants are vagrant and hateful.
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Look there, the mirror: a zombie stands staring,
Vacant and glaring, pronouncing your name.
As you're saying...
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'Bout to die, 'bout to die...
About to die,
About to die.
'Bout to die, 'bout to die...
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Where would I ever be without you? f*cking
How could I hope to seize the tablet of values
And redact it?
Foolish I know.
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But I'm about to die,
About to die,
About to die,
About to die.
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'Bout to die, 'bout to die...
About to die,
About to die.
'Bout to die, 'bout to die...
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You're already dead... but you're about to die
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