Funeral Home

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There's dancing flames that follow 
me
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They heat my neck and burn my knees
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Don't want to cry I just need to 
wait
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And have someone there to tell my 
tale

[Chorus]
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'Cause this could be my funeral home
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Made out of sticks and riddle black 
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bones
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Just a tree that's empty and old
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Singing the songs I wrote for you

[Verse 2]
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Maybe I still cross your mind
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Maybe no don't fill [?]
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Is this a real life or just a dream?
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'Cause it's so blurry at the seams
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When did I buy yellow socks?
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Is this some rules to catch that 
fox?
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That's been around since I was born
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And shows its face in thunderstorms

[Chorus]
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'Cause this could be my funeral home
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Made out of sticks and riddle black
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 bones
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Just a thief that's stolen my mood
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Singing the songs I wrote for you

[Bridge]
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Like all maybe I will break all
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Maybe I won't like all
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Maybe I will, maybe
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Maybe I will

[Chorus]
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'Cause this could be my funeral home
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Made out of sticks and riddle black 
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bones
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Is it just me or have I grown cold?
            A               E
Singing the songs I used to love