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(lyrics are written by Pete Krebs)

Cut
Into the soil
Just like a soul
A coffin of aged meat
Reminds me I don't fly too good anymore
She goes
Down to the soil
And sets her hand on fire
To prove she don't feel for me
I wait for dignity
To tell me that she is wrong
She is wrong
If she is wrong, I am not what is wrong here

Somewhere I forget where
Supposedly I am somebody's best friend

So
I wait at home
Gaging the backlash
Heart struck, I stumble
A cemetery two step and think of the gravestone
Here lies a solitary note from an angel
that said this would work out
Just like a dream
A fine sweeping motion
That carries me to sleep at night


Somewhere I forget where
Supposedly I am somebody's best friend


No
Final pretensions
No honorable mentions
I drink my way to sleep
Dream and dream and dream and dream and dream
Dream and dream and
I wanna wake up in my own bed again
I wanna wake up in my own bed again
I wanna wake up in my own bed again

Somewhere I forget where
Supposedly I am somebody's best friend

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