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There is nowhere to go
There is nowhere to hide
So you might as well keep playing
When he joins in
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Play your bass
Play your cello
Bang on your drums
When you hear his violin join in
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See if you can keep up.
See if you can keep the tune
He’s ready to dance
So you might as well play along
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He does not just come for you
He reaches for us all
There is no use fighting
He wants to play with us all
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So, pucker up and blow your horns
Join in with your stringed instruments
Death is here with his violin
And he’s ready to jam.
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