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Some roads that you take |
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Some bonds will choose to break |
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I swore I'd no long be the pallbearer |
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But I carried you to bed |
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So you could rest your head |
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You were taking off a load, heavy drinking |
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The world it carries on |
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Your memories and song |
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And your pictures on my mall, are not forgotten |
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There was hymns that came from mouths |
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That turned crosses upside down |
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But it came through their teeth with great ease |
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And all are bobbing heads in sync |
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And all have got a lot on their minds to think about |
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But you carry on in pictures in song |
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And the unmade be you slept in |
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Where I laid you down to rest one last time |
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Goodbye, dear friend, |
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Goodbye, dear friend |
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Some stories break your heart |
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And some with such applaud |
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Buried deep inside, where it's ok to cry |
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Some boy's won't shed a tear |
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Oh, but I tell it like this here |
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It can break down and get me where it hurts the most |
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And all are bobbing heads in sync |
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And all have got a lot on their minds to think about |
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But you carry on in pictures in song |
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And the unmade be you slept in |
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Where I laid you down to rest one last time |
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Goodbye, dear friend, |
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Goodbye, dear friend |
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But you carry on in pictures in song |
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And the unmade be you slept in |
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Where I laid you down to rest one last time |
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Goodbye, dear friend, |
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Goodbye, dear friend |
