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Funeral For A Friend

your're all smoke and mirrors and i've caught to you and found you choking on chances of days dead and gone. old man your guns are rusted you've forgotten

my hands I wonder if those changes have left a scar on you Like all the burning hoops of fire that you and I passed through You're a bluebird on a telegraph

Water broken voice, saturates a microphone Into a receiver with no tongue Offering little to what it knows Then a silence so heavy, broken hearts fall

off of your face And forget her and just forget her The best liar I heard all day You're too much of a good thing Too much of a good thing

your funeral A comfort, for you tonight || I will sing the requim Just like your unbroken records (you're broken)|| I'd offer you my hand A comfort, for

back in town The boys are back in town The boys are back in town The boys are back in town You know the chick that used to dance a lot Every night

Awake, I am awake, and I'm still alive out here, awake, I am awake and I'm still alive out here, blinded, by this light, it is all that surrounds me.

the bullet? That killed the air tonight Without a thought Without a reason Take a gun called hate up against your heart, and pull the trigger Take a gun

on your knees, conformity or dying on your feet for honesty Inbred, our bodies work as one bloody, but never cry submission Following our instinct not a