Here is the tale, it's spoken word-for-word,
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it may be abominable, but, yes it must be heard.
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Nauseating at first, you can expect the worst,
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so listen closely, as the plot unfolds...
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I might stretch the truth, may be a little lie,
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there was a boy named Brad,
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he played trumpet, and he died.
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Too young for him to cease,
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Why? We haven't got a clue,
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It's on the internet, so then it must be true.
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The untimely death of Brad,
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how sad it must have been.
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If you see him anywhere,
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remember to console him.
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I curse the day, I ever met the boy,
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Only the good die young, they say.
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The details of his death are vague
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unbelievable it seems,
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as if his passing was only a dream.
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Catastrophe, calamity,
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what will we tell his mother now?
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Cataclysmic, a tragic mishap,
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I just heard that their band is breaking up.
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I hear his trumpet, his voice rings in my ears,
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it sometimes seems he's standing very near.
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I don't believe in ghosts,
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I've never seen one,
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but isn't the trumpet playing haunting on this album?
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A day that lives in infamy,
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in horror we behold, his passing,
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his memory, but the truth must be told.
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The Untimely Death Of Brad
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| Five Iron Frenzy |
