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The paper kept the story short Nothing certain to report Gave no name, but too young an age Sad, but get on with your day White shirt, dark tie the nicest shoes that I could find behave, before Look down at the floor Cross the street, the church is full selfish grief and ritual The family speak and the people cry I have my own, I cry for mine Drive up, hard rain We light cheap candles, say a name the best of us I have not lived up I have not lived up Ashes ashes we all fall down when that name is mine I'm sure I will not mind Bonfire just outside of town stories grow as they go around In tragedy, in war, in love Innocence is not enough Line up young men One less, a friend As if we needed an excuse We drink down our ***** Ashes ashes We all fall down I hope I'm good and through When it's the parting glass for you
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Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 12:19 AM UTC
all fall down
The paper kept the story short Nothing certain to report Gave no name, but too young an age Sad, but get on with your day White shirt, dark tie the nicest shoes that I could find behave, before Look down at the floor Cross the street, the church is full selfish grief and ritual The family speak and the people cry I have my own, I cry for mine Drive up, hard rain We light cheap candles, say a name the best of us I have not lived up I have not lived up Ashes ashes we all fall down when that name is mine I'm sure I will not mind Bonfire just outside of town stories grow as they go around In tragedy, in war, in love Innocence is not enough Line up young men One less, a friend As if we needed an excuse We drink down our ***** Ashes ashes We all fall down I hope I'm good and through When it's the parting glass for you
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Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 12:19 AM UTC
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