One Dead Three Wounded Farewell Letras:
He said, "I'm sorry for a sad farewell."
My heart is weak; it sways between the cynical and
proud. I have to turn my back on you and all of
this. This was a daytime promise and the sunlight
bids adieu. Through virgin screams and guitar
strings we bore the loudest son. His day has yet
come. Screaming idly has never been my thing or
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sweating for fruit that labor does not bring. This
is all for you my dear cynical son, the man who
lit the match that burnt the whole world down.
Farewell, to that basement noise the virgin games
of girls and boys. Five men stand at the end of a
long hard road facing a land where young hearts
rule old heads, "farewell" we said, as
our feet wrap around the edge. Dear Friend,
"I'll count my blessings when we hit the
ground.
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