| Farewell to Ed, for Ed is dead
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| The careless boy is laid to rest
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| A velvet floor to place his head
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| An empty bed, a wooden chest
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| Still beautiful in death
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| The moisture fogs my breath
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| Two hundred lowered eyes
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| A hundred mute goodbyes
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| I never thought your threats would come good
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| You never did what you said you would
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| Your mum and dad, they look so old
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| All huddled up in inky cloth
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| I’m not surprised, this room is cold
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| It’s empty too, it stinks of loss
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| I sat with Dan and drank some beer
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| We hadn’t spoken since last year
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| I took his hand, led him upstairs
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| Silently drew his body near
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| I couldn’t see, missed you so much
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| Missed you so much I had to fuck
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| Between your sheets, a childhood clean
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| The pillows painted with your dreams
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| I didn’t want to stop and think
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| How I should have said a thousand things
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| Yeah, but, hey, like we agreed, I will be brave
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| I will pour whiskey on your grave
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| Smoke cigarettes amongst the stones
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| Sprinkle champagne upon your bones
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| If burial restricts your view
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| I’ll bring the city here to you
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| I’ll pack the river and the clock
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| Wrap it into a picnic box
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| With golden bulbs and crystal mugs
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| My dancing heels will feel the mud
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| We’ll disco boogie 'til the dawn
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| I’ll teach this village how to mourn
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| A living room in future times
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| You’re just a face above my fire
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| A funeral sound, a distant chime
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| I’ll think of this and I will cry
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| Perhaps I’ll drop my task
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| The sound of shattered glass
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| Thought I’d forgot at last
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| Some things just never pass
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| Easy to say, hard to believe
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| There’ll come a day that I don’t grieve
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| Until the time my body leaves
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| I will regret that you don’t breathe |