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out like TV sets Into the banks of our memories (let it be) we'll never forget you Lyin on your deathbed askin for God to bless you Good mourning, good
Wake up, it's Christmas mourn Those loved have long since gone The stockings are hung but who cares Preserved for those no longer there Six feet beneath
I'd rather be dreaming than living Living's just too hard to do It's chances, not choices Noises, not voices A day's just a thing to get through Living
still at home and watching Born in a mourning hall Pale clouds feared the unborn child Then it grew up with growing plans of suicide Born in a mourning
goodnight to the mourning son I'll say goodbye to you sleeping one Dreamer of the dream Dreamer of the dream Dreamer of the dream Say goodnight to the mourning
're like the mourning rain I never ever have to say when I go away 'Cause you're like the mourning rain When I don't see you It reminds me of the mourning
loser Friday Friday mourning Dressed in black I won't be coming back Friday Friday mourning Dressed in black I won't be coming back Friday Friday mourning
us now The blind leads us all into oblivion Visions are fading and torn apart Memories are all that's left in a bleeding heart Who cries for the mourning
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death is real this day In solitude I could not tell Just my deepest sorrow All time thats left is freezing in me I'm waiting for tomorrow The fire in my mourning
That you've left already I let you go so reluctantly And I can still hear your lazy symphony And just when I think I found my calling It's another mourning
Mama, ooh Mama, ooh Staring into the shadows Lying there, gripped with fear But you made the monsters disappear Mama, don't you leave me on my own How
this month 'Cause my heart is all used up And mama I wanna come home I wanna get back home So, look out into the morning rain 'Cause I'm on the mourning
softly whisper, I crave nothing else so much Longing to reveal total honesty I can feel your touch I'm reaching out in this mourning air, ohh I'm reaching out in this mourning
No pictures no prize no truth we couldn't talk about it No time for goodbye's all good baby's go to heaven Disgusted despised you see her sweet spirit
Fuck you all My redemption is knowing This will be over My aggression, I fear I've lost control Who is this man I said? Mirror reflects a stranger Fist
