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This is a song I wrote for english. [Intro] Am Em Dm [Verse 1]
AmBlack death is here and I’m starting to fear My world will Emcome undone My son HDmamlet is dead with sores on his head He’s not the oAmnly one
I’ve written plays galore on the stage they will soar
But the thEmeatre’s closed DmBring out your dead they are starting to spread Death to eAmveryone
[Chorus]
CWill I live to write another plGay Am Or will I just slip into my gGrave C When I die will I see my son aGgain Am Or when I am dead is my life Gdone Am
[Verse 2] I’m stealing stories to write things you’ll like
From the DeEmcamoron DmAll’s well that ends well but I’m starting to tell This isn’t mAmuch fun A merchant in Venice heard I Emlost my son He said it’s sDmafe with him in a country inn Away from eAmveryone
[Chorus]
CWill I live to write another plGay Am Or will I just slip into my gGrave C When I die will I see my son aGgain Am Or when I am dead is my life Gdone