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Another wake, another time, a premature goodbye |
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I've watched you go and |
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I've seen you pass |
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I always knew that it wouldn't last |
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Together now we mourn the loss and remember all the fun |
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We'll drink the beer and we'll hang out where death took another son |
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So all for one and one for all, do we ever wonder why? |
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Though the reason's clear |
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This friend so dear was taken before his time |
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So may this round be on the corpse of a dead man |
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With a toast that tells of the love you never shared |
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So as we dance on the grave of the misbehaved |
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Raise your glass! |
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Sing the praise of a fallen soul |
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Now many bow their heads for this man they know so well |
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With solemn thoughts they'll drink and drug for a resurrection(Facing death we fear no danger) |
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While mothers shed their tears through a vail of desperation |
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These fiends of a vicious breed raise holy hell |
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So may this round be on the corpse of a dead man |
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With a toast that tells of the love you never shared |
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So as we dance on the grave of the misbehaved |
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Raise your glass! |
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Sing the praise of a fallen soul |
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How many times can fate be changed |
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The dice be rolled is there no path of least resistance for the bold(It's never sought and rarely taken) |
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Shocked and dismayed how it stole his life |
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When this grateful course of action takes it toll |
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So may this round be on the corpse of a dead man |
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With a toast that tells of the love you never shared |
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So as we dance on the grave of the misbehaved |
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Raise your glass! |
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Sing the praise of a fallen soul |
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So may this round be on the corpse of a dead man |
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With a toast that tells of the love you never shared |
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So as we dance on the grave of the misbehaved |
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Raise your glass! |
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Sing the praise of a fallen soul |
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Now let's all gather round in our costume suit and tie |
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Telling how this soul was |
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A source of inspiration(Love him now, he lives no longer) |
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But you never tell the tales of the times you turned your back |
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On this friend who never found his grateful path |
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So may this round be on the corpse of a dead man |
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With a toast that tells of the love you never shared |
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So as we dance on the grave of the misbehaved |
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Raise your glass! |
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And sing the praise of a fallen soul |
