Sun shines down, it cools all the concrete of a monument saying your name.
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Angels and marble where you rest, I guess it couldn't be worse,
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but it's the best still.
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I hope you were extraordinary,
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not like me.
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It's just beginning,
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oh no goodbyes,
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sleep through the ending,
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but this is how we die.
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Now I won't know why you went from this place
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You oughta know, they cried at your funeral,
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Every breeze is yours, so she breathed it in
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Scream loud, there's not a doubt in their love
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The smoke, it's from the slaughterhouse
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Abandon them again.
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You sleep in silence,
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tucked into satin sheets the color of the moon
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She stands above you, remembering your hands
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They looked like cradles.
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It's just beginning,
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oh no goodbyes,
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sleep through the ending,
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but this is how we die.
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She'll never know you remember her face
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You oughta know, they cried at your funeral,
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Every breeze is yours, so she breathed it in
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Scream loud, there's not a doubt in their love
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The smoke, it's from the slaughterhouse
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Abandon them again.
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Da da da, da da da da
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Da da da, da da da da
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Da da da, da da dow da
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Da, da da da
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You oughta know, they cried at your funeral,
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Every breeze was yours, every breeze was yours
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Scream loud, there's not a doubt in their love
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The smoke, it's from the slaughterhouse
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Abandon them again.
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You oughtta know, she cried at the funeral,
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Every breeze was yours, so she breathed it all in.
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Scream loud, there's not a doubt in their love
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The smoke, it's from the slaughterhouse
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Abandon me again.
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Erizo Shultz
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| The Prize Fighter Inferno |
