Tekster: Grave Maker. The Boatman.
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Watching my world fall apart. Preparing for this cold, and misplacing my heart. All that I have is slipping away. I'm doing my best to keep it with me. Faking a smile, lie to myself. Life isn't fair but what the fuck am I to do? What?s left to do.
From placing my hopes in your hands to drowning out the one, forgetting everything in this place. Using this place to make my way through. Doing the things you wish you could do. I filled up my heart with all of this hate. When all of its done, who will remember your name.
This decision stands. I've paved my own way, ready to die, lets fucking end it this way.
Place two coins in my eyes and let the boat man lead me home. Take me home. Put on your Sundays best and shed some empty tears for me.
Place two coins in my eyes and let the boat man lead me home
Watching my world fall apart. Preparing for this cold, and misplacing my heart. All that I have is slipping away. I'm doing my best to keep it with me. Faking a smile, lie to myself. Life isn't fair but what the fuck am I to do? What?s left to do.
From placing my hopes in your hands to drowning out the one, forgetting everything in this place. Using this place to make my way through. Doing the things you wish you could do. I filled up my heart with all of this hate. When all of its done, who will remember your name.
This decision stands. I've paved my own way, ready to die, lets fucking end it this way.
Place two coins in my eyes and let the boat man lead me home. Take me home. Put on your Sundays best and shed some empty tears for me.
Place two coins in my eyes and let the boat man lead me home
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