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Funeral For A Friend

pochette album Sun-less
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Broken hands, so sans soleil
It lights my way through these
Empty streets at night.
Dragging heels, the cold air stabs me

Like a needle running with this thread
Scissors cut me dead and gone
Living like the blade i carry
I never thought of you
Living all alone,

Scissors cut me dead i never felt
Like anyone could ever be
So far from home
The day begins
When the music ends its days
like these that i
Wish i were somewhere else.
and i can't forget my own name
Replace it with a voice
That carries on.

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