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Funeral For A Friend Hours

can't come out to play. I never listened to a word you never said. I never listened to a word you never said. Wasting the hours now, We're all suckers for

your new best friends, your confidence and I'll be here when you get home sitting halfway, away from nowhere praying for our lips to touch holding myself for a second just to catch a

of cat to hit a funeral an hour late Carryin the same flowers from the wake But make no mistake, I'm far from cheap and I got a little dough A little low, a

some women in a hotel and left me there to die he stopped by my mothers house on his way home cried with her for an hour and left some money for my funeral

stabbin', the pullin', the grabbin' The riot squad with the captain, nobody knows what happened The two years in a box, revenge, the plots The twenty-three hours that's locked, the one hour

Her window was hung like a painting She worried it might come to life She stared for hours So obsessed was I and self-absorbed That I didn't see that

big Haystak it's just a pleasure to be here A lil' jam I wrote for people that mean a lot to me And it goes a lil' something like this I dedicate this to true friends

wind Boy you need to know that you got a friend and I'll always be here Summer breeze, flowing like the wind Boy you need to know that you got a friend

behalf of them all. Only Challis lacked a champion and it seemed certain that he would be passed over. a??Will anyone speak for the boy?a?? asked the