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Omitted by Burl Ives)

A sweet perfume upon the breeze,
Is borne from ever vernal trees,
And flow?rs, that never fading grow
Where streams of life forever
your heart 
Throw your bottles out to sea and watch them float away 

Tell me of the world you’re leaving 
While you’re swinging like a wrecking ball
you feel me?
Hey you don't help them to bury the light
Don't give in without a fight

Hey you out there on your own
Sitting naked by the phone
Can you feel me?
Hey you, don't help them to bury the light
Don't give in without a fight

Hey you out there on your own
Sitting naked by the phone
Can you feel me?
Hey you, don't help them to bury the light
Don't give in without a fight

Hey you out there on your own
Sitting naked by the phone
Can you feel me?
Hey you, don't help them to bury the light
Don't give in without a fight

Hey you out there on your own
Sitting naked by the phone
Can you feel me?
Hey you
Don't help them to bury the light
Don't give in without a fight
Hey you
Out there on your own
Sitting naked by the phone
Can you feel me?
Hey you, don't help them to bury the light
Don't give in without a fight.

Hey you, out there on your own
Sitting naked by
And I wanna bury
The past
Tonight, tonight we're walking away
With bottles and dancing
With whiskey and love
Let's drink to the death of regret
And enough empty bottles to bury me alive

So here I am
A love worn masochist
With hearts carved straight across my chest
Letting the carpet soak up all
Kiss me on the forehead, angel, before I go to sleep. 
I can't remember if it's Thursday or December. 
I've been keeping track of days by counting
can you feel me?
Hey you! Don't help them to bury the light
Don't give in without a fight.

Hey you! Out there on your own
Sitting naked by
Can you feel me? 
Hey you don't help them to bury the light 
Don't give in without a fight. 

Hey you out there on your own 
Sitting naked by
me
And I throw another empty bottle up against the wall
And I say why me, oh why me
But pitty never ever did me any kinda good at all
So I walk
proof to wash it down and that's all she Wrote and if it kills me bury me in red clay and
Let it all be catered by the Ol' Country Buffet
Pass the whiskey
Tell me, it takes a one to wall you tips made him go
And yes, it hurts so dig a deep hole to bury death twats
I couldn't live with no one else your
free
Bitch nigga to bury me
Was a bigger man
But they make me out of cavity
Product of my hood
I'mma naturally do it for them
When I take that
My n****, we the last ones left
Cause life goes on

Bury me smilin' with G's in my pocket
Have a party at my funeral, let every rapper rock it
Let
the last ones left
Cause life goes on

Bury me smilin' with G's in my pocket
Have a party at my funeral, let every rapper rock it
Let the hoes that I
Can't Understand my city's under siege
F-a-see-e-M-o-be screamin 'cause I mean it
Till these muthafuckas bury me
37-40 pull dat pistol packin
Gun
sending out a bottle with a prayer upon the waves
That you'll find inside my picture and your memory will unfold me
We were talking about a trip that I
back in nine-three
Niggas couldn't fuck with me, sipping 'gnac since I was little
Laid back in a rental
Mouth shining, Eddie's gold caps all up in
even start with that wanna be your father shit
Don't even bother with your dollars I don't need it
I'll bury moms like you left me all alone G
Now
her eyes 
 The father of Christ, get a mere mortal 
 Blessin beer bottles by the dozen with Nore it's Brothers Thuggin 
 Chorus latter 1/2
Blanco from Carlito's Way
So you can find me on the streets okay 
With that big fucking piece okay

[Chorus: x2]

Too dope for this but you won't