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Who do you think would even show up at the funeral day?
Staring six feet down, that's my hallowed ground
Just a bed of dirt and bones, that's where I'll lay
Words carved like a poem into some cheap headstone
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And who's so lucky
but to have a few dear souls tried and true?
And could you even hear the brassy sounds
of the last bells crying out?
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I'm just a dark horse, with a pale heart
on a cold night, for a long walk
Just a dead flame, fuck this old game
lay me down now, I've got a new name
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Would anyone show up with a few last words to say?
And toast my final hour, at least piss on my grave?
Maybe there's a sad song that a lonely trumpet could play
The tune could flutter on into an evening sun
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And who's so lucky
but to have a few dear souls tried and true?
There won't be a chorus from a crowd
just the crickets chirping loud...
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I'm just a dark horse, with a pale heart
on a cold night, for a long walk
Just a dead flame, fuck this old game
lay me down now, I've got a new name
[00:-1.00]
Staring six feet down, that's my hallowed ground
Just a bed of dirt and bones, that's where I'll lay
Words carved like a poem into some cheap headstone
[00:-1.00]
And who's so lucky
but to have a few dear souls tried and true?
And could you even hear the brassy sounds
of the last bells crying out?
[00:-1.00]
I'm just a dark horse, with a pale heart
on a cold night, for a long walk
Just a dead flame, fuck this old game
lay me down now, I've got a new name
[00:-1.00]
Would anyone show up with a few last words to say?
And toast my final hour, at least piss on my grave?
Maybe there's a sad song that a lonely trumpet could play
The tune could flutter on into an evening sun
[00:-1.00]
And who's so lucky
but to have a few dear souls tried and true?
There won't be a chorus from a crowd
just the crickets chirping loud...
[00:-1.00]
I'm just a dark horse, with a pale heart
on a cold night, for a long walk
Just a dead flame, fuck this old game
lay me down now, I've got a new name
[00:-1.00]
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[ti:What Beadie Said] [ar:Sundowner] [al:We Chase The Waves] [by: ] [00:-4.00]Sundowner - What Beadie Said [00:-3.00]LRC by lzh, from jiangxi pingxiang [00:-2.00]@ @ [02:23.36][02:00.79][01:41.87][01:07.35][00:45.49][00:26.56][00:-1.00] [00:01.03]Who do you think would even show up at the funeral day? [00:07.62]Staring six feet down, that's my hallowed ground [00:14.45]Just a bed of dirt and bones, that's where I'll lay [00:20.17]Words carved like a poem into some cheap headstone [01:42.53][00:27.36]And who's so lucky [01:44.06][00:29.04]but to have a few dear souls tried and true? [00:37.69]And could you even hear the brassy sounds [00:41.73]of the last bells crying out? [02:06.13][00:50.61]I'm just a dark horse, with a pale heart [02:09.43][00:54.53]on a cold night, for a long walk [02:12.70][00:57.81]Just a dead flame, fuck this old game [02:15.98][01:01.20]lay me down now, I've got a new name [01:15.97]Would anyone show up with a few last words to say? [01:22.48]And toast my final hour, at least piss on my grave? [01:29.27]Maybe there's a sad song that a lonely trumpet could play [01:35.40]The tune could flutter on into an evening sun [01:52.64]There won't be a chorus from a crowd [01:56.84]just the crickets chirping loud...
