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Originally from the album, Scott, but, it also appears on the 1981 compilation, Scott Walketr Sings Jacques Brel My death is like a swinging door a patient girl who knows the score whistle for her and the passing time My death waits like a bible truth at the funeral of my youth weep loud for that and the passing time My death waits like a witch at night and surely as our love is bright let's laugh for us and the passing time But whatever is behind the door there is nothing much to do angel or devil I do
