A pistol shot, at five o'clock, the bells of heaven ring,

tell me what you done it for, No I won't tell you a thing.

Yesterday I begged you before I hit the ground,

all I leave behind me is only what I found.



If you can abide it, let the hurdy-gurdy play,

stranger ones have come by here before they flew away.

I will not condemn you nor yet would I deny,

I would ask the same of you, but failing, will not die.



Take up your china doll, take up your china doll,

it's only fractured and just a little nervous from the fall.

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