Funerals

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Intro:
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Funerals 
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Guess we're all gonna die 
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Some make me angry, some make me cry 

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I sing the hymns, I wonder why 
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I can't stop thinking 'bout mine 

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Funerals 
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Yeah, they're always too soon 
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Even if you're a hundred or just twenty-two 
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I'm reading the program right there in the pew 
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Feeling the weight in the room 


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But I make my plans and I fight with my wife 
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I take a pill and I call it a life 

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I bend 'til I break, white-knuckle my pain 
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'Til it gets too heavy to hold 

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Gotta let that shit go 
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Gotta let that shit go 



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Funerals 
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I drink with my friends 
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Let's not let it take dying to do this again 

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It's like we exhale, telling jokes from back when 
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It's like nothing's changed 'cause we just changed the tense 

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Here's to us, here's to us 


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But I make my plans and I fight with my wife 
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I take a pill and I call it a life 

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I bend 'til I break, white-knuckle my pain 
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'Til it gets too heavy to hol-ol-old 

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Gotta let that shit go 
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Gotta let that shit go-oo-oo 
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Gotta let that shit goooooooooooo-ooo 


Instrumental: A  E  Dmaj7  Dmaj7 


Break: 
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Last night, I told someone people just disappoint me 
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Like I'm not the aim of the finger I'm pointing 
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And I start crying when I realize that 
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I'm only wasting my time 

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And the heart that I'm hurting is mine 



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So, I took a deep breath just to know I'm alive 
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Accepting the outcomes of things that I try 
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To wrestle that weight, to hell with this pain 

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'Cause it's all too heavy to hooool-ool-old 


Outro: 
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Gotta let that shit go-oo-oo 
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Gotta let that shit go-oo-ooooo-ooo-oo 

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