God died today
And he left me in the cold
He stumbled down a path
And he died upon his knees on
The way to the commode
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Yes, he died today
He skid in pouring rain
With his feet up on the dash
Right off the Chelsea Bridge, Lord
Was hardly seen again
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The gigs were overlong
And most of them mundane
And the weather climbed to twenty-something centigrade
And I, I've never been in London this time of year
It's nice, I couldn't wait to slowly disappear
He died today
And he did it with a smile
Threw his body in the bag
Threw on the ITV, Lord
And laughed a little while
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In a kind of way
It makes me feel at home
Superfluous as shit
Digestible and free, Lord
Within reach and my control
Throw the kettle on
The gigs were overlong
And none of us got paid
And the weather climbed to thirty-something centigrade
And Christ, you ever been in London this time of year?
It's nice, think I remembered why I liked it here
(Tuia i runga)
(Tuia i raro)
(Ka tangi te titi)
(Ka tangi te kaka)
(Ka tangi hoki aha)
(Ko te timatanga te kupu)
(Ko te atua te kupu)
(Ko te atua ano atua kupu i te timatanga)
(E pa e manaakitia matau)
(E nga hou e wha moana nu a kiwa)
(He aha te mea nui o te ao)
(He tangata)
(He tangata)
(He tangata)
You raise me up, now
And hold me out my mind
And filled me with significance I cannot describe
The tunes were overdone
The well was all but dry
And I still believe 'magnificent' isn't hard to find
And I, I'm convalescing slowly, day by day
It's nice, I'm still in London, living, by the way
And I, I wanna live it like it's worth something
In time, I gotta give time
Give it time, give it time
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How normal all the tragic feels
And tragic all the normal is
Thereafter, the laughter
The real, enraptured
But anyway, I plan to stay
And attend the weekly football game
Thereafter, thereafter
Tagaloa cried and said, "Though part of you is dead
Don't waste a minute of the thing you have left"
And he took me up just like a father
And carried me south-east, to where the city was calling