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The devil has designed my death
And is waiting to be sure
Plenty of his black sheep died
Before he finds a cure
Oh Lord Jesus
Do you think I served my time?
The eight legs of the devil now
Are crawling up my spine
The firm hand
Of the devil now
Is rocking me to sleep
I force my blind eyes open Lord
But I'm sinking in the day
Oh Lord Jesus
Do you think I served my time?
The eight legs of the devil now
Are crawling up my spine
I go to sleep each evening now
Dreaming of the grave
I see the friends I used to know
Crawling up my leg
Oh Lord Jesus
Do you think I served my time?
The eight legs of the devil now
Are crawling up my spine
Oh Lord Jesus
Do you think I served my time?
The eight legs of the devil now
Are crawling up my spine
Oh Lord Jesus
Here's the news from the new from the fires below
The eight legs of the devil will not
Let my people go

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Sadly one Sunday
I waited and waited
With flowers in my arms
All the dream has created
I waited 'til dreams,
Like my heart, were all broken
The flowers were all dead
And the words were unspoken
The grief that I know
Was beyond all consoling
The beat of my heart
Was a bell that was tolling

Saddest of Sundays

Then came a Sunday
When you came to find me
They bore me to church
And I left you behind me
My eyes could not see
What I wanted to love me
The earth and the flowers
Are forever above me
The bell tolled for me
And the wind whispered, "Never!"
But you I have loved
And I'll bless you forever

Last of all Sundays

Sunday is gloomy,
My hours are slumberless
Dearest the shadows
I live with are numberless
Little white flowers
Will never awaken you
Not where the black coaches
Sorrow has taken you
Angels have no thoughts
Of ever returning you
Wouldn’t they be angry
If I thought of joining you?

Gloomy sunday

Gloomy is sunday,
With shadows I spend it all
My heart and i
Have decided to end it all
Soon there’ll be candles
And prayers that are said I know
But let them not weep
Let them know that I’m glad to go
Death is no dream
For in death I’m caressin’ you
With the last breath of my soul
I’ll be blessin’ you

Gloomy sunday

Dreaming, I was only dreaming
I wake and I find you asleep
In the deep of my heart here
Darling I hope
That my dream never haunted you
My heart is tellin’ you
How much I wanted you
Gloomy sunday

The suicide song
by Diamanda Galas

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Notte fonda
Senza luna
E un silenzio che mi consuma
Il tempo passa in fretta
E tutto se ne va...
preda degli eventi e dell'etą
Ma questa paura per te non passa mai
Angelo, prenditi cura di lei
Lei non sa vedere al di lą di quello che da
E l'ingenuitą č parte di lei...
Che č parte di me
Cosa resta
Del dolore
E di preghiere, se Dio non vuole?
Parole vane al vento
Ti accorgi in un momento:
Siamo soli... č questa la realtą?
Ed č una paura che... non passa mai
Angelo, prenditi cura di lei
Lei non sa vedere al di lą di quello che da
E tutto il dolore
Che grida dal mondo
Diventa un rumore
Che scava, profondo...
Nel silenzio di una lacrima
Lei non sa vedere al di lą di quello che da
E l'ingenuitą č parte di lei...
Che č parte di me

Francesco Renga

Non, Rien De Rien, Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien
Ni Le Bien Qu`on M`a Fait, Ni Le Mal
Tout Ca M`est Bien Egal
Non, Rien De Rien, Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien
C`est Paye, Balaye, Oublie, Je Me Fous Du Passe


Avec Mes Souvenirs J`ai Allume Le Feu
Mes Shagrins, Mes Plaisirs,
Je N`ai Plus Besoin D`eux
Balaye Les Amours Avec Leurs Tremolos
Balaye Pour Toujours
Je Reparas A Zero


Non, Rien De Rien, Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien
Ni Le Bien Qu`on M`a Fait, Ni Le Mal
Tout Ca M`est Bien Egal
Non, Rien De Rien, Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien
Car Ma Vie, Car Me Joies
Aujourd`hui Ca Commence Avec Toi


Edith piaf