He’s a man of note
Wears a long black cloak
Carries a silver scythe
His work must be done
Comes on horseback
Through storm clouds and rain
You won’t see him arrive
You can’t hide and you can’t run
You can’t keep on running
You can’t keep on running
He’ll find you somehow
There’s a date in his diary
There’s sweat on on your brow
That time could be now
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