I cursed in church again, and the hand-claps all fell quiet
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I watched the statue of you cry
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The candle is blown, so we start the black march home
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Through a stale and silent night
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There's a funeral in your eyes and a drunk priest at your side
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Staggering sermons never wash
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There's no reproach, from the lit touch paper booth
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Got stubborn and marrow and bastard bones
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Should we just get home, sleep this off
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Throw some sorry's and then, do it all again, well...
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Folded arms clutch on his side
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The bridge is out and the river is high
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This is a march death march, march death march
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Yeah, there isn't a God, so I save my breath
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Pray silence for the road ahead
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And this march death march, march death march
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Yeah I went too far
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As we walk through an hour long fragment pause
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No grain of truce can be born
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My bridge is burned, perhaps we'll shortly learn
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That it was arson all along
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Can we just get home, sleep this off
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Throw some sorry's and then, do it all again.
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Well like father said, less heart and more head
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So unfurrow that brow, and plant those seeds of doubt, oh
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Folded arms clutch on his side
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The bridge is out and the river is high
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And this march death march, march death march
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Ahh, there isn't a God, so I save my breath
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Pray silence for the road ahead
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And this march death march, march death march
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The dead balloons and withered flowers
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Sorry cannot save me now
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And this march death march, march death march
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Think I went too far
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March death march, march death march
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I went too far
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March death march, march death march
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Well, I went too far, I went too far
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I went too far, I went too far
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I went too far, I went too far
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March death march
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I went too far
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Late March, Death March
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| Frightened Rabbit |
