Hearse

While the wind
Blows by your tombstone
This is how it ends
Death could never come too slow
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Are you cursed?
Begging Pleading for rest
Into a hearse
Your spirit has left
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While the wind
Blows by my grave site
This is how it ends
Death could never feel so right
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Am I cursed behind the blessed?
Into a hearse
My spirit has left
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While the air
Stands high as a smoke screen
This is how it ends
But the world kept hoping
The world kept hoping
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We were cursed
Always Begging Pleading for rest
Into a hearse
Our spirits have left
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It's getting worse
You must confess
Who will drive the hearse?
Our spirits left
Our spirits left