Standard (EADGBE)
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Those dying breeds, gather beneath
Old fallen trees....beds of leaves
If only we'd known, may see that tomorrow
Oh carry me, four hands eight feet
Through crowded streets....ticker tape on me
If only I'd known, may see that tomorrow
Burn my remains....my stuff, the same
Bury my name.....its your's now, anyway
If only I'd known, may see that tomorrow
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