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Rest in Pieces
People are temporary
I hold a funeral everyday
Not just for you or them
But who I was
Hope is fleeting
Merely mortal meaning
And so it’s left at the morgue
Hardened by rigor
We...
I hold a funeral everyday
Not just for you or them
But who I was
Hope is fleeting
Merely mortal meaning
And so it’s left at the morgue
Hardened by rigor
We...
