| I guess you never really know when
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| In the roses, poisons growing
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| Went away no teeth were showing
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| End of May I lost it all
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| So you were laid to rest with your possessions
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| A written list, all your confessions
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| Signed and sealed but never sent
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| Why don’t you wait for this to die
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| Before you, bury me, bury me
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| In your memory, memory
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| Won’t you wait for this to die
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| Before you bury me, bury me
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| In guilty melody
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| So I walk alone
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| My paving your stone
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| I wish I meant I wish you well
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| Your pictures, my frame
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| Feels bitter, seems sane
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| I wish I meant I wish you well
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| In the deepest and darkest place lies a wreath
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| With a gravestone on top, and your name underneath
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| Why don’t you wait for this to die
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| Before you, bury me, bury me
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| In your memory, memory
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| Won’t you wait for this to die
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| Before you bury me, bury me
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| In guilty melody
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| In the deepest and darkest place lies a wreath
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| With a gravestone on top, and your name underneath
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| It reads «here lies the wolf, overthrown by the sheep»
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| As I turned ‘round to leave, I swore I heard you speak
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| Why don’t you wait for this to die
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| Before you, bury me, bury me
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| In your memory, memory
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| Won’t you wait for this to die
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| Before you bury me, bury me
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| In guilty melody
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| Wait for this to die
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| When you put my heart on the shelf
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| Truth is you buried yourself |