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Marc Almond - Deaths diary

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On Monday I took a flower
Dried it in my hand
Covered it in poison
And I threw it on the land
On wasted ground it tried to root
But choked upon the sand

And there s room in my diary for you, my friend
And there s room in my diary for you

On Tuesday I took a bird
Such pain to hear it sing
I blackened it with petrol
And oiled its little wings
I tainted the breeze
As I threw it to the wind

And there s room in my diary for you, my friend
And there s room in my diary for you

On Wednesday I took a man
He begged please help me die
For he lay in pain and suffering
It made his loved ones cry
I can be terrible and gentle
In the blinking of an eye

And there s room in my diary for you, my friend
And there s room in my diary for you

On Thursday I took a woman
Heavy with a child
My old friend Rape had paid a visit
Had stayed a little while
In a back street I touched her
With a wire and a smile

And there s room in my diary for you, my friend
And there s room in my diary for you

On Friday I took a city
Cursed it with a plague
Powdered crystals, smoking pipes
To crush and to enslave
And a row of dirty needles
Lines the route onto the grave

And there s room in my diary for you, my friend
And there s room in my diary for you

On Saturday I took a country
Praying for the rain
Parched throats and swollen lips
Without a harvest grain
And I wiped out generations
And I d do it all again

And there s room in my diary for you, my friend
And there s room in my diary for you

On Sunday I took the world
A bomb I did employ
Seven days to create life
And one day to destroy
Every woman every man
Every girl and boy

And there s room in my diary for you, my friend
And there s room in my diary for you

Now as I close my diary
And I ve made my final date
I blow away the ashes
And I stoke the smoking grate
I ve no distinction between pain and joy
No line twixt love and hate

There s no room in my diary for you, my friend
There s no room in my diary for you