Slow Death -- A Song to Set the Scene
(Words and music by Frank Newlan circa 1989)
I might live to be an old man
But if I died tomorrow I wouldn’t care
Because the only girl I ever loved
Is so, so far, away from here
I might live to be a hundred
But what does it matter…what does it mean?
When the only girl I ever loved
Left me alone with a broken dream
Some people die in accidents
Some people die in wars
But me I’m dyin’ a slow, slow death
Everyday a little bit more
…Everyday a little bit more
I might live to see the second coming
But there’s nothing like the first time through
The Gates of Heaven are much too wide
If I’m not walking in with you
I might live to see forevermore
But I may as well burn in hell
Because if I can’t have you by my side
Then nothingness is just as well
Some people die in accidents
Some people die in wars
But me I’m dyin’ a slow, slow death
Everyday a little bit more
…Everyday a little bit more
There’s this terrible disease called loneliness
It hurts but it doesn’t kill
It breaks your heart in a million pieces
But your blood it doesn’t spill
…your blood it doesn’t spill
Some people die in accidents
Some people die in wars
But me I’m dyin’ a slow, slow death
Everyday a little bit more
…Everyday a little bit more
…...Everyday a little bit more
......…Everyday a little bit more
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