you've had enough of these useless sunsets [Chorus] This could be a movie And this could be our final act We don't need these happy endings This could be a
you've had enough of these useless sunsets [Chorus] This could be a movie and this could be our final line We don't need these happy endings This could be a
tell that you've had enough of these useless sunsets This could be a movie, this could be our final act We don't need these happy endings This could be a
Tradução: Funeral For A Friend. Unidad.
That you've had enough of these useless sunsets [Chorus] This could be a movie And this could be our final act We don't need these happy endings This could be a
That you've had enough of these useless sunsets [Chorus] This could be a movie and this could be our final line We don't need these happy endings This could be a
've had enough of these useless sunsets [Chorus] This could be a movie And this could be our final act We don't need these happy endings This could be a
And a chariot that stood Parked across from a building Advertising brotherhood I ran right through the front door Like a hobo sailor does But it was just a funeral
a friend, she showed me that I wasn't by myself And I been broke, Keith blessed me with paper to go get fed A hot meal and a bag of weed, plus some liquor
funeral pyre I will ask of the wind to send high your fire Hector's blood will not be washed from my body until your body is burned A prophecy spoken a
my guiding light, my friend, my hero, was killed by a drunk driver in a head-on collision. He died instantly. I couldn't even bring myself to go to his funeral
I just got off of work at 5 Drivin' that old van I drive Overalls and dirty boots But Uncle Bill needed a funeral suit So when I walked in that fancy
tires Hatin ass niggas can't believe they eyes They stare me down, And I'm wonderin why [x4] Ah hold up wait a second, Let me think for a second [Lil
funeral home what's goin on 4 nights and a rainy day to the cemetery found I'd be home Come close to a call for mama she sees her baby buried All she'
fire power it's a slaughter We bust caps on your awake at the funeral parlour You get the short end of the stick Rollin with a click and the way we role
and a chariot that stood Parked across from a building advertising brotherhood I ran right through the front door like a hobo sailor does But it was just a funeral
