Dan Mangan - If I Am Dead Тексты

Those dying breeds
Gather beneath
Old fallen trees
Bits of leaves

And if only we'd know,
may see that tomorrow

Oh, carry me
Four hands, eight feet
Through crowded streets
Ticker tape on me

And if only I'd know,
may see that tomorrow

Burn my remains
My stuff, the same
Bury my name
It's yours now anyway

And if only I'd know,
may see that tomorrow X3
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