Good mourning Mr. Sleepy My name is Winter Cold I'll freeze the heart you're loving To wound your mortal soul Believe my little friend You're blind and
Feel the ground the mourning soil close your eyes and lay confront the passage of time eternity which you cannot betray barter away this haziness
glory days Carry on Carry on Meet me on the other side Once the mourning after turns to day Carry on Carry on Keep on to the other side The mourning
Tell me when the man is gone, Like washed away, Make a wish beneath the mourning star. When the victory is won, The old clichй, Underneath the same old mourning
Good Mourning. Hey, I don't feel so good. Something's not right, Something's coming over me What the fuck is this?
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out like TV sets Into the banks of our memories (let it be) we'll never forget you Lyin on your deathbed askin for God to bless you Good mourning, good
Wake up, it's Christmas mourn Those loved have long since gone The stockings are hung but who cares Preserved for those no longer there Six feet beneath
I'd rather be dreaming than living Living's just too hard to do It's chances, not choices Noises, not voices A day's just a thing to get through Living
still at home and watching Born in a mourning hall Pale clouds feared the unborn child Then it grew up with growing plans of suicide Born in a mourning
goodnight to the mourning son I'll say goodbye to you sleeping one Dreamer of the dream Dreamer of the dream Dreamer of the dream Say goodnight to the mourning
're like the mourning rain I never ever have to say when I go away 'Cause you're like the mourning rain When I don't see you It reminds me of the mourning
loser Friday Friday mourning Dressed in black I won't be coming back Friday Friday mourning Dressed in black I won't be coming back Friday Friday mourning
us now The blind leads us all into oblivion Visions are fading and torn apart Memories are all that's left in a bleeding heart Who cries for the mourning
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death is real this day In solitude I could not tell Just my deepest sorrow All time thats left is freezing in me I'm waiting for tomorrow The fire in my mourning
That you've left already I let you go so reluctantly And I can still hear your lazy symphony And just when I think I found my calling It's another mourning
