I see the flowers try and lift the room
but the overwhelming gloom
tells me I should sit down and deliver nothing
Look at these old pictures on the wall
Happy days them all
And the bottle was that last nail in the coffin
It's a rainy day and everyone's in black
But once the wake is over, we'll be back
Armed with spades and sacks
burying our tracks
digging up the past
yeah - we're piecing you back together
yeah yeah - we're taking out the carbonite
With these new parts, you'll last forever and ever
yeah yeah we're bringing you back to life
People talk about the words you said
They sound better now you're dead
and words are the things that last forever
And of course the pictures on the wall
don't convey it all
that natural smile - yeah whatever!
It's a rainy day and everyone's in black
But once the wake is over, we'll be back
Armed with spades and sacks
burying our tracks
digging up the past
yeah - we're piecing you back together
yeah yeah - we're taking out the carbonite
With these new parts, you'll last forever and ever
yeah yeah we're bringing you back to life

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