I'm coming up only
to hold you under
To know you is hard
we wonder
To know you all wrong
we were
Really too late to call, so we wait for
Morning to wake you, it's all we got
To the outside
the dead leaves, they blow alive
Before they died, they had trees
to hang their hope
At every occasion once more
is called a funeral
At every occasion one brilliant day funeral

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