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Carry these bones to my resting place
Cry all your tears, hold a black bouquet
I'm a ghost at my own funeral
I'm a phantom at my own wake
So lower the bones
Until they Fade away

Carry these bones to my resting place
Dry every tear from your father's face
I'm the glow inside your crucible
Im the flowers upon your grave
So lower the bones
Until they fade away

Thanks for all your help
I can do this by myself
We're ancient history
And don't think for one second
I'd forget
Those days spent by myself
Wishing I was somewhere else
You don't mean anything
And don't think that I won't see you in hell

Don't think those freckles will pull me in
I'm feeling desperate for your caress
And the way that you say "I hope you choke"
Shows your halo has lost its glow
And this time I'm alright

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