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Funeral Match
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Siting on my grave,
Watching the gates of hell,
I`m waiting the fortune of my soul
And i`m waiting the ring of my bell.
The time stopes when my heart goes,
My body`s shakeing and suddently it flows.
The butterflies are comeing down on your arms,
`Cause you`re like a king with multiple crowns.
You laugh, you cry, you scream , you die
We are all ready just one soul
....we fly.
Laying an the wings of univers,
We`re watching our passed life full of stress.
Being all ready dead nothing can stop us,
From dreaming away and catch
The great flavor of our funeral match.
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