You got a chest full of little things
Keeps you remembering
On my final day
Did you think of me?
And did I
Dig a grave, a grave, a grave for my friend
I
All that junk you filled our bones with,
It fills us,
Where's that light you're looking for
Where's that light you're looking
I'm glad to see
You brought a coat
The winters here get
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