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Author: natosha
Fiction Rated: T - English - Angst - Reviews: 3 - Published: 07-02-06 - Updated: 07-02-06 - id:2204197

Church bells ring on a funeral day

Lead the dead to their graves, to their graves lead the dead

And the hymn organ plays as a couple is wed

Lead the dead to their graves, to their graves lead the dead

And when falling stars wish for more time

When heaven and hell seem to rhyme

When our souls come unraveled

Hearts wait in repair

Is it time to let go of this life?

A newborn baby smiles

But the mother’s a whore

Lead the dead to their graves, to their graves lead the dead

A man seeks a new wife

Lost his first in the war

Lead the dead to their graves, to their graves lead the dead

Have we lost our honor

Or has time lost its caress?

And carry on

We carry on

And when falling stars wish for more time

When heaven and hell seem to rhyme

When our souls come unraveled

Hearts wait in repair

Is it time to let go of this life?

And carry on

Why carry on?

The winds bring change

But our change brings regret

Lead the dead to their graves, to their graves lead the dead

Young girl’s fed up with love,

Lost her heart in a bet

Lead the dead to their graves, to their graves lead the dead

And when falling stars wish for more time

When heaven and hell seem to rhyme

When our souls come unraveled

Hearts wait in repair

Is it time to let go of this life?

Have we lost our honor or

Has time lost it’s caress?

And carry on

Just carry on



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