Ok, the lyrics on here are a bit wrong, here are some corrections! My corrections are in CAPITALS:
Mourners of St Paul's
Let the sky grow dark,
With a heavy heart,
Let the funeral start,
Let the funeral start.
Suddenly it seemed,
Love WAS just a dream,
On a TV screen,
In a magazine.
Mother please hold on,
Brother please be strong,
YEAH, THEY play this song,
We all sang along,
I see trees OF green,
Red roses too,
Scattered out for you,
On a grey stone TOMB.
Im 12 years OLDER, I can’t stay sober,
And there’s a bluebird in my heart that’s caged and it can’t sing,
So fill your bloodlines UP WITH BOURBON KID AND THIS WON'T STING,
It’s like the slowing of your senses just might solve something,
Let the mourners of St Paul LEAK? up the rain. (I'm not too sure, but it sounds like leak)
Suddenly it seams,
Im settled in my own routines,
ANOTHER YEAR HAS GONE,
I still sing the same sad song.
So when the snow has finally cleared,
Im gonna SWIM away from here,
And wake my father’s bones,
And drag his ghost into the ROAD.
This house could hold nothing but MELODY,
So SOMBRE, such miserable MEMORY,
So Just LOVE OF THE SIMPLEST KIND,
Let’s drink TO ALL THAT WE'VE LEFT BEHIND
LET THE FUNERAL START,
LET THE FUNERAL START,
LET THE FUNERAL START,
LET THE FUNERAL START.
Suddenly it seams,
Im settled in my own routines,
ANOTHER YEAR HAS GONE,
I still sing the same sad song,
Let the sky grow dark,
With a heavy heart,
Let the funeral start,
Let the funeral start.
Ok, the lyrics on here are a bit wrong, here are some corrections! My corrections are in CAPITALS:
Mourners of St Paul's
Let the sky grow dark, With a heavy heart, Let the funeral start, Let the funeral start.
Suddenly it seemed, Love WAS just a dream, On a TV screen, In a magazine.
Mother please hold on, Brother please be strong, YEAH, THEY play this song, We all sang along,
I see trees OF green, Red roses too, Scattered out for you, On a grey stone TOMB.
Im 12 years OLDER, I can’t stay sober, And there’s a bluebird in my heart that’s caged and it can’t sing, So fill your bloodlines UP WITH BOURBON KID AND THIS WON'T STING, It’s like the slowing of your senses just might solve something, Let the mourners of St Paul LEAK? up the rain. (I'm not too sure, but it sounds like leak)
Suddenly it seams, Im settled in my own routines, ANOTHER YEAR HAS GONE, I still sing the same sad song.
So when the snow has finally cleared, Im gonna SWIM away from here, And wake my father’s bones, And drag his ghost into the ROAD.
This house could hold nothing but MELODY, So SOMBRE, such miserable MEMORY, So Just LOVE OF THE SIMPLEST KIND, Let’s drink TO ALL THAT WE'VE LEFT BEHIND
LET THE FUNERAL START, LET THE FUNERAL START, LET THE FUNERAL START, LET THE FUNERAL START.
Suddenly it seams, Im settled in my own routines, ANOTHER YEAR HAS GONE, I still sing the same sad song, Let the sky grow dark, With a heavy heart, Let the funeral start, Let the funeral start.
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