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I'm coming up only to hold you under I'm coming up only to show you wrong And to know you is hard and we wonder To know you all wrong, we were Really too late to call, so we wait for Morning to wake you; it's all we got To know me as hardly golden Is to know me all wrong, we were At every occasion I'll be ready for the funeral At every occasion once more is called a funeral At every occasion I'm ready for the funeral At every occasion one brillant day funeral I'm coming up only to show you down for I'm coming up only to show you wrong To the outside, the dead leaves laid on the lawn For they died and had trees to hang upon At every occasion I'll be ready for the funeral At every occasion once more is called a funeral At every occasion I'm ready for the funeral At every occasion one brillant day funeral From Letras Mania