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Everyone that I ever knew was crammed into a little building with a hardwood floor
Dimly lit, it smelled of stale smoke
And friends were choking back the tears that they had come there for
And I was in a little jar upon the stage
Where all my records and guitars were neatly placed

Left of the tables of food sat two girls I could not recall speaking to
And one told the other
"Don't cry, we still have three of the others, it will be all right"
And I was hovering overhead taking it in
But all the things I should of said they were trapped forever in my skin

And there were a number of speeches where people said what they didn't want me to know
Telling all types of secrets I wish I would have known about five days ago
It would have been quite a surprise for me to look them dead in the eyes and say

Well, it was a lovely affair, people cared more than I had ever thought they would
Some kids stole what was left of the booze
The clean-up crew worked as hard as they thought they should
And I was hovering overhead taking it in
But all the things I should have said they were trapped forever in my skin


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Everyone that I ever knew was crammed into a little building with a concrete floor
Dimly lit, it smelled of stale smoke
And friends were choking back the tears that they had come there for
And I was in a little jar upon the stage
Where all my records and guitars were neatly placed

Left of the tables of food, sat two girls I could not recall speaking to
And one told the other
"Don't cry, we still have three of the others, it will be all right"
And I was hovering overhead taking it in
I cannot believe he is dead, he was just beginning to begin

And there were a number of speeches where people said what they didn't want me to know
Telling all types of secrets, I wish I would have had a clue five days ago
It would've been quite a surprise to look them dead in the eyes, and say

Well, it was a lovely affair, people cared more than I had ever though they would
Some kids stole what was left of the booze
The cleanup crew worked as hard as they thought they should
And I was in a little jar up on the stage
I cannot believe he is dead, he was just beginning to begin

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