Free Four - 2016 Remix

One, two, free, four!
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 The memories of a man in his old age
 Are the deeds of a man in his prime
 You shuffle in the gloom of the sickroom
 And talk to yourself as you die
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 Life is a short warm moment
 The death is a long cold rest
 You get your chance to try
 In the twinkling of an eye
 Eighty years, with luck, or even less
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 So all aboard for the American tour
 And maybe you'll make it to the top
 But mind how you go
 I can tell you, 'cause I know
 You may find it hard to get off
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 But you are the angel of death
 And I am the dead man's son
 He was buried like a mole in a fox hole
 And everyone is still on the run
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 And who is the master of fox hounds?
 And who says the hunt has begun?
 And who calls the tune in the courtroom?
 And who beats the funeral drum?
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 The memories of a man in his old age
 Are the deeds of a man in his prime
 Shuffle in the gloom of the sickroom
 And talk to yourself as you die