| We gather here today
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| To celebrate and honor
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| A lover a fighter
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| But in the end a goner
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| I’ve been asked to stand before you
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| And give the eulogy
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| She was my closest friend
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| But in the end, got the best of me
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| May my heart rest in peace
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| At the graveyard
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| It’s a big old box and a rusty shovel
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| My laid heart
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| In a heap of dirt and a mount of rubble
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| Such a shame, you’re to blame
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| Yeah you know who you are
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| Graveyard
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| Graveyard
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| I’m praying from the pulpit
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| As a single tear falls down
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| They haven’t caught the culprit
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| He’s still runnin' loose in town
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| She leaves behind
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| That long line
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| Of men who act rotten
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| But we’re on the trail of the fool
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| That put the last nail in the coffin
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| At the graveyard
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| It’s a big old box and a rusty shovel
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| My laid heart
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| In a heap of dirt and a mount of rubble
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| Such a shame, you’re to blame
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| Yeah you know who you are
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| Graveyard
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| Graveyard
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| Send your whitest roses
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| Send your sympathies
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| To the graphite stone on Rebel Road
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| Plot 223
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| Send all your condolences
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| You can send your prayers
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| But there ain’t no peace down there
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| At the graveyard
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| It’s a big old box and a rusty shovel
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| My laid heart
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| In a heap of dirt and a mount of rubble
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| Such a shame, you’re to blame
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| Yeah you know who you are
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| At the graveyard, born 1994
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| My late heart
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| It don’t live here anymore
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| Such a shame, you’re to blame
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| Yeah you know who you are
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| Graveyard
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| Graveyard |