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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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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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