| Some roads that you take
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| Some bonds will choose to break
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| And I swore I’d no longer be
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| The pallbearer
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| But I carried you to bed
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| So you could rest your head
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| You were taking off a load
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| Heavy drinkin'
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| The world it carries on
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| Your memories in songs
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| And your pictures on my wall
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| Are not forgotten
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| There was hymns that came from mouths
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| That turned crosses upside down
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| But it came through their teeth
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| With great ease
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| And all are bobbing heads in sync
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| And all have got a lot on their minds to think about
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| But you, you carry on
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| In pictures and in songs
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| And the unmade bed you slept in
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| Where I laid you down to rest one last time
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| Goodbye, dear friend
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| Goodbye, dear friend
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| Some stories break your heart
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| And some with such applaud
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| Buried deep inside
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| Where it’s ok to cry
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| Some boys won’t shed a tear
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| Oh, but a tale like this here
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| It can break me down and get me
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| Where it hurts the most
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| And all are bobbing heads in sync
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| And all have got a lot on their minds to think about
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| But you, you carry on
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| In pictures and in songs
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| And the unmade bed you slept in
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| Where I laid you down to rest one last time
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| Goodbye, dear friend
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| Goodbye, dear friend
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| But you carry on
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| In pictures and in songs
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| And the unmade bed you slept in
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| Where I laid you down to rest one last time
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| Goodbye, dear friend
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| Goodbye, dear friend |