Funeral Home
Covey
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(início)
A E There's dancing flames that follow me A E They heat my neck and burn my knees A Don't want to cry I just need to wait E And have someone there to tell my tale
Chorus
E 'Cause this could be my funeral home A E Made out of sticks and riddle black bones A E Just a tree that's empty and old A E Singing the songs I wrote for you
Verse 2
A E Maybe I still cross your mind A E Maybe no don't fill [?] A E Is this a real life or just a dream? A E 'Cause it's so blurry at the seams A E When did I buy yellow socks? A E Is this some rules to catch that fox? A E That's been around since I was born A E And shows its face in thunderstorms
Chorus
E 'Cause this could be my funeral home A E Made out of sticks and riddle black bones E Just a thief that's stolen my mood A E Singing the songs I wrote for you
Bridge
A E Like all maybe I will break all A E Maybe I won't like all A E A Maybe I will, maybe E Maybe I will
Chorus
E 'Cause this could be my funeral home A E Made out of sticks and riddle black bones E Is it just me or have I grown cold? A E Singing the songs I used to love
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