| I cursed in church again, and the hand-claps all fell quiet
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| I watched the statue of you cry
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| The candle is blown, so we start the black march home
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| Through a stale and silent night
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| There’s a funeral in your eyes and a drunk priest at your side
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| Staggering sermons never wash
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| There’s no reproach, from the lit touch paper booth
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| Got stubborn and marrow and bastard bones
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| Should we just get home, sleep this off
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| Throw some sorry’s and then, do it all again, well…
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| Folded arms clutch on his side
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| The bridge is out and the river is high
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| This is a march death march, march death march
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| Yeah, there isn’t a God, so I save my breath
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| Pray silence for the road ahead
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| And this march death march, march death march
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| Yeah I went too far
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| As we walk through an hour long pregnant pause
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| No grain of truce can be born
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| My bridge is burned, perhaps we’ll shortly learn
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| That it was arson all along
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| Can we just get home, sleep this off
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| Throw some sorry’s and then, do it all again.
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| Well like father said, less heart and more head
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| So unfurrow that brow, and plant those seeds of doubt, oh
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| Folded arms clutch on his side
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| The bridge is out and the river is high
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| And this march death march, march death march
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| Ahh, there isn’t a God, so I save my breath
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| Pray silence for the road ahead
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| And this march death march, march death march
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| The dead balloons and withered flowers
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| Sorry cannot save me now
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| And this march death march, march death march
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| Think I went too far
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| March death march, march death march
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| I went too far
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| March death march, march death march
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| Well, I went too far, I went too far
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| I went too far, I went too far
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| I went too far, I went too far
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| March death march
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| I went too far |