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Hope For The Dying In Loving Memory

Having a few Wishing that you were here Making the rounds Buying a round for total strangers Just being a fool 'Cause I keep hoping, hoping, hoping

and string him up by the neck Well, the marshal, now he beat that kid to a bloody pulp As the dying gunfighter lay in the sun and gasped for his last

for what he lacks, trapped, He can't imagine life without someone like that Chorus: We've rediscovered the long-lost art of dying Only to lonely resent angels for

I've lost myself It seems I've Shed my skin Oh, are you ready for me? Or purge my love Oh, are you ready for me? Yeah, 'cause I'm dying to feel What

say? I'm asking you, what you gonna do, boy? I'm asking you, what you gonna say? Looking at memories And the times we used to share (Memories) I know I still love

some days, even hope The light at the end of the world Burns bright for mile and mile Yet tends the man its golden glow In misery all the while For

tearing through me. Who's God will pay? Made me fight for you. Made me die for you You and your sick God. You hope to be loved We're all swept away,

I die Oh! My love I am dreaming, darkness around I am sailing in the ship's wound Angels screaming In the mist out at sea (Silent, blackness, sirens madness Loving, gladness, dying

it all at last someday For letting my foolish heart control my mind They say in time true love I'll find in someone that I meet Who'll give me hope a