There's a funeral procession on the highway,
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Traffic screeches to a halt.
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There's people searching for a better way,
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To live their lives.
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Johnny lived a good life, you'll hear them say
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As tears of sadness soak the ground.
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The reaper crept in, took his breath away,
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In the middle of the night.
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[Chorus:]
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We celebrate the lives of the dead,
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It's like a man's best party, only happens when he dies.
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We gather 'round to pay our respects,
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While their souls are still searching for the light,
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Searching for the light.
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So please don't come to me on my dying day,
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Just let me go in peace.
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With all the things that I forgot to say,
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Racing through my mind.
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And don't you bury me six feet under ground,
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Just burn my body in a box.
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And let my ashes blow with the wind,
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Out into the night sky.
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[Chorus]
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Body In A Box
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City And Colour |