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Dear Diary  
I want to talk to him again 
But whenever he is with his friends 
He keeps trying to pretend 
But I already see 
The way he feels for
When it stops when it fades
When the bodies have all hit the ground
I'll be there at a funeral for a friend

When it's done when it's over
When
death on every peagan
If I finish my night in some gutter with my throat cut
By some fake friends who had me doped up
Fill this whole planet with smoke
On an August afternoon
I sipped bourbon and cried
With a friend by the light of the moon
So its hurry! hurry! Step right up
It's a matter of life or death
(It's a scandal, it's a scandal, such a scandal)
Now Stephen's in the dock for spending money that was earned
By Christine, and the prosecution says
one

(It's a scandal! it's a scandal! such a scandal!)
Now, Stephen's in the dock for spending money that was earned
By Christine,
one

(It's a scandal! it's a scandal! such a scandal!)
Now, Stephen's in the dock for spending money that was earned
By Christine,
on thin ice,
I'm still here but I can't skate,
Slow sink, can't breath, no remorse, don't think,
Listen to your friend get another man for a minute then
horrible motherfucking web I weave
Around myself
I look to my friends
Seduced by the bottle and the warmth of a syringe
I live my life like a terminal
I met my love at a funeral
Tired of goodbyes & burials

Friends I have known
Some I just met
Standing around
It's hard to forget ? now isn't
Now the funeral is over and all the tears are dried up
Niggas hanging deep on the cut getting fired up
Looking for the nigga who pulled his pistol
of the
Year."
Now I've been asked by all the delegates--and members of the board,
To tell you of the funeral that won me this award.
It was handled with taste
And now my friends you've asked me what makes me sad and still
And why my brow is darkened like the clouds upon the hill
Run in your ponies closer
are given, question existing
Who am I living for?
Is this my limit?
Can I endure some more?
Chances are given, question existing

Dear Diary,
It's Robyn
are given, question existing
Who am I living for?
Is this my limit? Can I endure some more?
Chances are given, question existing

Dear diary, and to all
And now my friends you've asked me what makes me sad and still
And why my brow is darkened like the clouds upon the hill
Run in your ponies closer
simple positions, like the truth you've learned to bend
Now ask your friends quietly, you get worked over nightly
By the brutal reality of your last fairy
So you're driving from the funeral
Through the desert land
You see something moving
In the wind so wild

So you stop the car
And you walk out
Waitin' at a stop light yesterday 
As a funeral procession made its way through the gates
Watched it roll up a winding road
Through a field
Welcome to my funeral my family and my friends
I hope you've enjoyed the living me because
 the dead one never ends
Your tears of joy are hid by
bout
My sister sister
She watches out for me
I know she'll always be by my side

(chorus)
small
For the black-suited boys
Oh angel, it's coming down stone by stone
It's breaking up, home by home

[Chorus]
Take it away, take it away
In
May the revolution come again, may the evolution come my friend
May the new order take your hand, we walk in lines for the funeral of man

You
Why aren't you here? It's almost 4 a.m.
I finished up all of your beer, now I'm startin' on your gin
I went through your diary, flipped through your
the funeral.
She said it should have been me but I'm still around and I been so wild,
I'm surprised I made it to the seventh grade, 
And all my dead friends