At Dawn

Madame, take leave, retire straight away,

For monsieur has begged a word with fate,

where I'll take aim, and he'll fire late,

And I will oblige this fervent wish of his to die.

At dawn, let honor be our law,

At dawn, you'll find I have no need for words at all,

At dawn, on the outskirts of town,

At dawn, where two have met, one remains in ground-

At dawn.

His glove is thrown, so I'll sheath in him a bullet home,

Fetch my pistols now, then leave us quite alone,

The carriage is ready, monsieur, to take us to the site,

Where I will release you from the burdens of this life.

I'll take aim, shoot straight,

And take your breath away: at dawn.

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Lyrics submitted by Cadi.