Funeral Home

Covey

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Tom:
A E There's dancing flames that follow me
A E They heat my neck and burn my knees
A Don't want to cry I just need to wait
E And have someone there to tell my tale [Chorus]
E 'Cause this could be my funeral home
A E Made out of sticks and riddle black bones
A E Just a tree that's empty and old
A E Singing the songs I wrote for you [Verse 2]
A E Maybe I still cross your mind
A E Maybe no don't fill [?]
A E Is this a real life or just a dream?
A E 'Cause it's so blurry at the seams
A E When did I buy yellow socks?
A E Is this some rules to catch that fox?
A E That's been around since I was born
A E And shows its face in thunderstorms [Chorus]
E 'Cause this could be my funeral home
A E Made out of sticks and riddle black bones
E Just a thief that's stolen my mood
A E Singing the songs I wrote for you [Bridge]
A E Like all maybe I will break all
A E Maybe I won't like all
A E A Maybe I will, maybe
E Maybe I will [Chorus]
E 'Cause this could be my funeral home
A E Made out of sticks and riddle black bones
E Is it just me or have I grown cold?
A E Singing the songs I used to love
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