Used to say an eye for an eye,
There’s sin in them her eyes so wry,
You can give all, give your best try.
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But the dead don’t come,
And the dead don’t cry.
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There’s venom in that sparkling gaze,
A beauty in the moonlight lays,
Hear her! How your heart she will pry.
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For the dead don’t feel,
And the dead don’t cry.
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Your red roses, she’ll paint them black,
Till all that’s yours you will then lack,
You’ll fall for each lie after lie,
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For the dead are false,
And the dead don’t cry.
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She knows no guilt, carries no fear,
Of wrath of God for sins she bears,
You’ll let out a self-pitying sigh,
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But the dead don’t care,
And the dead don’t cry.
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What do you have, save a photoframe?
Of who won’t again be the same,
Wish she’d stayed for a last good-bye.
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But the dead aren’t here,
Listening to you cry.
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