Song For The Dead

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Awake without warning The black of the morning

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All shimmery jewels From the voice of a fool

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Echoes through the halls Of the building He built in her

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place


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He'll shake through the winter And dream of her mister

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The picture he drew her Resembled her sister

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Oh how the wind Can pull you in or

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Push you away


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You'll move like a tiger

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Into the thicket

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Claws in the dirt

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You'll sing like a cricket

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Song of the mystery

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Song of the system

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Song for the guilty

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Song for the living

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Song for the

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dead