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Funeral For A Friend Other

trucks like animals With no food for a hundred miles or more So take them back to familiar shores There's no shame in wanting what others call a home

watch the room Sitting pretty in full bloom Your stain on my fingers like a headache that the pills won't kill Your stain on my fingers like a headache

place For a taste, just a simple kiss The way you bend before the break and The way my throat would feel I'm scared of failure For a taste, just a simple

The feelings of surprise Before my eyes It's a miracle It's a miracle On this christmas day On this christmas day It's a miracle It's a miracle It's

[This is an original version of their song "Waking Up"] Can't beat the best ones A little close maybe a bit to close You function, your turn out a flawless

it, I won't say it I won't say what I don't know I never had any problem, to recognize it or a marble, You're a beautiful liar, You're never inspired

Is a lie just the truth uncovered and relinquished a passion for all young fools Is a lie more than truth a question left unanswered to feed the failure

at the edge And they dived for hours Past sundown Until the body was wasted Did they conspire to this? Did you conspire to this? Thirty three and a

happens More fuckin' funerals, dead homies Niggas out here killin' each other I don't know why And when it happens to you just can't turn the other fuckin