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Funeral March

Feels like I'm walking in a funeral procession
The coffin way ahead carries me
However much I want to change direction
Can't break the circle, can't be free

My love lies buried in the gravel
Of a rocky path ahead of me
However much I dig I seem unable
To find it, to set it free

Again I'm walking down this road
To find myself one more time in vain
What lies ahead inside my mind
Seems like a long, long time of pain

I hear the bells
They're calling up the faithful
I lost my faith
Long time ago

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