The procession went smoothly the lights low and dim.
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I raised my clear glass and I toast times to heaven
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But you're not the same love that I used to know.
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Well I'll break this guitar and board up these windows.
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Just make sure they know that I won't return.
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With my bloody lips and your broken arms
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We'll turn into one and we'll sing the same song.
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With my sinking feet and your heavy heart
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No don't you start. no don't you start this again.
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This house screams of memories and half-written songs
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With the chance of completion depending on love.
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This disconnected phone well it is seldom to speak.
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Although when it does it's so harsh and complete.
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The Procession
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