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[umbrellas__]

so it's that day again.

some roads that you take,
some bones will chose to break
and i swore i'd no longer be the pall bearer.

but i carried you to bed
so you could rest your head
you had taken off a load with heavy drinking

the world it carries on
with memories and songs
and the pictures on my wall are not forgotten

the hymns that come from mouths
would turn crosses upside down
and it came through their teeth with great ease

and all the bobbing heads in sync
oh, i got a lot of them i should think about, but

you carry on in pictures and in song,
and the unmade bed you slept in 
where i laid  you down to rest one last time,

goodbye, dear friend
goodbye, dear friend.

some stories break your heart,
theres some with such a plot.
you were laid down deep inside and it's okay to cry.

some boys won't shed a tear
but stories like this here,
they break me down in places that it hurts the most

and all the bobbing heads in sync
you know i got a lot of them i should think about, but

you carry on in pictures and in song,
and the unmade bed you slept in
where i laid you down to rest one last  time,

goodbye, dear friend
goodbye, dear friend.

yeah, you carry on in pictures and in song,
and the unmade bed you slept in
where i laid you down to rest on last time,

goodbye, dear friend
goodbye, dear friend.