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Funerals are for the tired and the lonely
seems like they've got the upper hand
crying to the heavens
praying for the dead
and competition leaves room for more conceit
me myself who am I
Praying to the heavens
crying for the dead
now I can't see your face
you'll see your face
in mine eyes
in mine eyes
in mine eyes
in mine
I won't play yr game if yr not gonna let me win
but for not to win is not necessarily to lose
praying to the masses
crying for the dead
now I can't see your face
you'll see your face
in mine eyes
in mine eyes
in mine eyes
in mine
I said funerals are for the lonely
sick and tired of what could have been
praying to the heavens
crying for the dead
now I can't see your face
you'll see your face
in mine eyes
in mine eyes
in mine eyes
in mine
It's a sacrifice sometimes
just to live in a world
cold ice-breaking world
with a bite of insecurity
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