| Black shoes, white shirt for a funeral
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| And we carried him down
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| Our friend
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| Is not around
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| And it’s often when you fall asleep
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| It’s a face in a dream it’s an alkaline beat
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| And everyone loses sometimes
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| But not everyone tries again
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| No one tells you
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| Things don’t go right much
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| There’ll be days when you’ve seen enough
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| And you want it to end
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| So I will mourn you though I won’t agree
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| With why you did it and it won’t beat me
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| No matter how bad the damage you will see
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| I’ll strive valiantly
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| Black shoes, black shirt at a party
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| His bad luck weighs him down
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| «We all live troubled lives
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| We all want something more»
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| So I say «It's getting better» but he don’t see no Marengo
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| Well you be the General
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| And I’ll be Napoleon
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| No one tells you
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| Things don’t go right much
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| There’ll be days when you’ve seen enough
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| And you want it to end
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| So I will mourn you though I won’t agree
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| With why you did it and it won’t beat me
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| No matter how bad the damage you will see
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| I’ll strive valiantly
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| My Marengo
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| So I will mourn you though I won’t agree
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| With why you did it and it won’t beat me
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| Though it’s hopeless and tragic
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| And though I’m ceaselessly panicked
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| No matter how bad the damage you will see
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| I’ll strive valiantly |