maybe if i knew everything - the boys are leaving these mortal vessels

And the wind blew south that night, I feel it cry and I just might not wake Up, might
Not get to fly, I know, and so it Floats, it's dry, 16 feet to clay and Bones and tomes
And phones and whatnot, I know I Won't see it through, I can't look up How to do it
How do I go out and brave it, make it Taste good, make it flaming, make My feelings seem

Correct, I don't want to go out like This, I don't want to go out like this, I don't
Want to go out like this, I don't want To go out like this, I don't want to go Out like this
Sit down, stand up, look up high, and
(Pull the lever, kick it down one)
Sit down, stand up, look up high, And sit down

Written by:
mike funaro

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