I'm robbing Paul to pay Paul
Peter's pockets are full of holes
I'm stealing death to pay death
I can barely afford a soul
I call her Sophie darling
My dying little girl
And though she's lived
For a thousand years
She's just learned
To write her name
Next year she'll go to school
I'm working three jobs
To pay for it all
If she's not too ill
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