My Death

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Intro: Em  Em7  Em6  Em(b6)
Em        Em7              Em6
       My death waits like
Em(b6)          Em         Em7
       an old roué
  Em6        Em6
So confident
           Em
I'll go his way
Em7               Em6
       Whistle to him
Em(b6)          D            Dsus4  D
      and the passing time
G                    A
      My death waits like
G            C
a Bible truth
     F             Am      Am/G
at the funeral of my youth
      F
oh we drank for that
       G
and the passing time
  G#m                     F#
      My death waits like
         G#m
a witched night
F#                     G#m
as surely as our love is bright
       F#              B
let's not think about the passing time
Em                D                C
But whatever lies behind the door
                      B
there is nothing much to do
Em             D             C     C\B
Angel or Devil I don't care
           Am       Am\G             B
For in front of that door there is you
Bb     C#  Gm
Gm
My death waits like
a beggar blind
who sees the world through an unlit mind
                      F
throw him a dime for the passing time
 Bb            C#                  Bb
My death waits there between your thighs
       G#                    Cm
Your cold fingers will close my eyes
   G#
Let's think of that
     Bb
And the passing time
Bm              A
My death waits
         Bm
to allow my friend
A
a few good  times
        Bm
before it ends
      A
so let's drink to that
     F#
and the passing time
G                 F                    Eb
but whatever lies behind the door
                      D            G
there is nothing much to do
           F              Eb
Angel or Devil I don't care
for in front of that door
      D
there is you
Gm
My death waits there
among the leaves
in magicians mysterious sleeves
rabbits and dogs
             F
and the passing time
Bb             C#
My death waits there
       Bb
among the flowers
       G#              C#m
where the blackest shadow cowers
        G#             Bb
Let's pick lilacs for the passing time
Bm             A
My death waits there
         Bm
in a double bed
   A
sails of oblivion
   Bm
at my head
             A
so pull up your seats against
 F#
the passing time
 Gm               F               Eb
But whatever lies behind the door
              D            Gm
there is nothing much to do
              F
Angel or Devil
                Eb
I don't care
for in front of that door, there is...