Funeral For a Friend

Death Comes To Us All


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I'm full of a sinking feeling
Like having the weight of these thought in my legs
While trying to outrun my conscience
As it shadows my every step.

And my thoughts will always be slower
Slower than my tongue in teaching me regret
For what I've done

And I'm sorry
I reserve these feelings for myself
And if I could only wash my hands clean
You know I'm sorry
But I can't keep this to myself
But if I could only keep my head clear

Wash my hands

I'm full of a sinking feeling
Like having the weight of these thoughts

And my thoughts will always be slower
Slower than my tongue in teaching me regret
For what I've done

And I'm sorry
I reserve these feelings for myself
And if I could only wash my hands clean
You know I'm sorry
But I can't keep this to myself
But if I could only keep my head clear

And I see the idea it's like the dirt under my nails
Only really in my head
It's only in my head

And I see the idea it's like the dirt under my nails
Only really in my head
It's only in my head

It's only in my head
It's only in my head
It's only in my head

And I'm sorry
I reserve these feelings for myself
And if I could only wash my hands clean
Wash my hands clean
Wash my hands


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