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'' I Failed To Predict My Own Death ''
Give me a call,
I'm a know it all,
I'll tell you what you want to know,
Anything goes be it large or small,
Ask and I'll put on a show.
Any subject is fine,
I will never decline,
A request to find you the solution,
Oh how it makes me feel so divine,
The equivalent of gaining absolution.
To me they throng
I've never been wrong,
My knowledge I know some despise,
In the Heavens is where I belong,
My talent I cannot disguise.
I speak to the dead,
Go where angels won't tread,
I don't mind visiting Heaven or Hell,
The human mind is so easily led,
In fantasies I truly excel.
I'm fully aware,
Your future is there,
What I declare you have to believe,
Though sceptics will say this isn't fair,
None of them can prove I deceive.
Some find it odd,
I can talk to God,
I challenge anyone to prove I cannot,
Yes, there are those who say I'm a fraud,
Playing games with the sick and distraught.
Have no fear,
The answers are clear,
Though not always exactly precise,
They may not be what you want to hear,
But believe me you'll pay the full price
I give others a lift,
Doing my shift,
I admit that my life is quite sunny,
I see it more as a Heavenly gift,
No freebies, I must be paid money.
Suddenly I feel lost,
The devil I've crossed,
He tells me to exhale my last breath,
For my lies I've paid a terrible cost,
' I Failed To Predict My Own Death '
I'm a know it all,
I'll tell you what you want to know,
Anything goes be it large or small,
Ask and I'll put on a show.
Any subject is fine,
I will never decline,
A request to find you the solution,
Oh how it makes me feel so divine,
The equivalent of gaining absolution.
To me they throng
I've never been wrong,
My knowledge I know some despise,
In the Heavens is where I belong,
My talent I cannot disguise.
I speak to the dead,
Go where angels won't tread,
I don't mind visiting Heaven or Hell,
The human mind is so easily led,
In fantasies I truly excel.
I'm fully aware,
Your future is there,
What I declare you have to believe,
Though sceptics will say this isn't fair,
None of them can prove I deceive.
Some find it odd,
I can talk to God,
I challenge anyone to prove I cannot,
Yes, there are those who say I'm a fraud,
Playing games with the sick and distraught.
Have no fear,
The answers are clear,
Though not always exactly precise,
They may not be what you want to hear,
But believe me you'll pay the full price
I give others a lift,
Doing my shift,
I admit that my life is quite sunny,
I see it more as a Heavenly gift,
No freebies, I must be paid money.
Suddenly I feel lost,
The devil I've crossed,
He tells me to exhale my last breath,
For my lies I've paid a terrible cost,
' I Failed To Predict My Own Death '
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`` I Failed To Predict My Own Death ``
`` I Failed To Predict My Own Death ``