I'm coming up only to hold you under
 I'm coming up only to show you wrong
 And to know you is hard and we wonder
 To know you all wrong, we were
  Really too late to call, so we wait for
 Morning to wake you; it's all we got
 To know me as hardly golden
 Is to know me all wrong, they were
  At every occasion I'll be ready for a funeral
 At every occasion once more is called a funeral
 Every occasion I'm ready for the funeral
 At every occasion one brilliant day funeral
  I'm coming up only to show you down for
 I'm coming up only to show you wrong
 To the outside, the dead leaves, they all blow 
 For'e they died had trees to hang their hope
  At every occasion I'll be ready for the funeral
 At every occasion once more is called the funeral
 At every occasion I'm ready for the funeral
 At every occasion one brilliant day funeral
i wish someone could see this the exact same way that i do.
 
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