when the band begins to play
what will all the people say?
when the grass grows thick and deep
under which I soundly sleep
When the funeral bells disappear
when will the people once again cheer?
will anyone miss me when i'm gone?
will the world just continue on?
i'm hoping that i'm wrong
and that the world will miss me when i'm gone
home wrecked and destroyed
bits of bricks left to be deployed
straw and clay to make it all new
even though everything fell through
And as they try to build it again
the walls collapse from inner pain
will anyone miss me when i'm gone?
will the world just continue on?
i'm hoping that i'm wrong
and that the world will miss me when i'm gone
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