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Cook was nearly deaf,
was a sterling chef
though he did enjoy
his drink.

He died how he lived,
with his whisk and sieve
and his head inside
the sink.

Tony was the mate.
He was 28.
Was the finest friend
I had.

Run through with a sword
and tossed overboard.
Who is gonna tell
his dad?

It's no big surprise.
Everybody dies.
That's small consolation to me now.
Chin up, buttercup, when your number's up.
Now my life is flashing right before my teary world-weary eyes.

Steven, Kat, the rest
trapped inside the mess
won't go down without
a fight.

Burning through the lock,
you're in for a shock
when the petrol drums
ignite.

It's no big surprise.
Everybody dies.
Though this isn't quite the way that I thought I would go.
Seems my number's up.
Why should I be different from the rest?
The deal's the same for everybody. Everybody dies.

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