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A pistol shot, at five o'clock, the bells of heaven ring,
Tell me what you done it for, no i won't tell you a thing.
Yesterday i begged you before i hit the ground,
All i leave behind me is only what i found.

If you can abide it, let the hurdy-gurdy play,
Stranger ones have come by here before they flew away.
I will not condemn you nor yet would i deny,
I would ask the same of you, but failing, will not die.

Take up your china doll, take up your china doll,
It's only fractured and just a little nervous from the fall.
La-la-la-la-la-la-la.