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Lyrics to Stories About
stories about
Oh how we love those stories about
What happens to our bodies when we're dead
About hair that doesn't stop to grow
And eyes that look in one direction
Instead of moving with the way the head turns
As if a dead person would care to turn around
No there's no need to be pretty
When your home is a box beneath the ground.
Still they'll wash your hair and brush your teeth
Before you travel across the river
Even when you're bodyless they will dress you up
So you won't shiver
You shall feel warm and comfortable
If a cold breeze guides your boat
You shall lie between satin sheets
While the ferryman watches his precious load
We always try not to cry our eyes out
When we understand
For each of our friends there's one
unique and very special end
hold on tigh, I will try not to get lost
Until we're old enough to go on
Until we're not scared anymore
about what's to come
maybe I need more time to understand
to have some believe in where we'll be
Once I've finished this part
And slipped out of me.
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