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Funeral For YesterdayYou're growing cold The end is nearI know it's sad Its true my dear What's one more blow to seal this fate And what's one more nail It's getting late So check our pulse Keep our hearts from breaking Beating still six feet deep A funeral for all the love we've lost We'll bury yesterday T hings I've never said before Always six feet deep B uried alive I soon grow weak One last embrace Then never speak Death warrant signed Lying in state This coffin is lined It's never too late to check our pulse Ooh You're growing cold Ooh you're growing cold |