intrepid falls The last, for ever, throne Seconds of the past Solitary cries Wandering The crestfallen invoked The envy carved in stone Immense eversince Rapture and the mourning
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like a steam boat tugging all your burdens on my shoulders in the mourning i'll rise in the mourning i'll let you die in the mourning. all my worry.
It's a late night show don't worry this time I'll speak easier so you'll be able to understand but first I have to know is this something to say? or just
the remember that you've left already. I let you go so reluctantly and I can still hear your lazy symphony And just when I found my calling, it's another mourning
) Tell me when the night is gone, Like washed away, Make a wish beneath the mourning star. When the victory is won, The old clich', Underneath the same old mourning
glory days Carry on Carry on Meet me on the other side Once the mourning after turns to day Carry on Carry on Keep on to the other side The mourning
like a steam boat tugging all your burdens On my shoulders In the mourning I'll rise In the mourning I'll let you die In the mourning. all my worry.
whisper, I crave nothing else so much, Longing to reveal, Total honesty, I can feel your touch, I'm reaching out in this mourning air Ohh. I'm reaching out in this mourning
Cough, cough I swear to god! Look! This is something new you've never heard before this. You better take a good look at your mind, fucker. I know what
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out like TV sets Into the banks of our memories (let it be) we'll never forget you Lyin on your deathbed askin for God to bless you Good mourning, good
Wake up, it's Christmas mourn Those loved have long since gone The stockings are hung but who cares Preserved for those no longer there Six feet beneath
I'd rather be dreaming than living Living's just too hard to do It's chances, not choices Noises, not voices A day's just a thing to get through Living
still at home and watching Born in a mourning hall Pale clouds feared the unborn child Then it grew up with growing plans of suicide Born in a mourning
goodnight to the mourning son I'll say goodbye to you sleeping one Dreamer of the dream Dreamer of the dream Dreamer of the dream Say goodnight to the mourning
're like the mourning rain I never ever have to say when I go away 'Cause you're like the mourning rain When I don't see you It reminds me of the mourning
