Verse
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There's dancing flames that follow me
A E
They heat my neck and burn my knees
A
Don't want to cry I just need to wait
E
And have someone there to tell my tale
[Chorus]
E
'Cause this could be my funeral home
A E
Made out of sticks and riddle black bones
A E
Just a tree that's empty and old
A E
Singing the songs I wrote for you
[Verse 2]
A E
Maybe I still cross your mind
A E
Maybe no don't fill [?]
A E
Is this a real life or just a dream?
A E
'Cause it's so blurry at the seams
A E
When did I buy yellow socks?
A E
Is this some rules to catch that fox?
A E
That's been around since I was born
A E
And shows its face in thunderstorms
[Chorus]
E
'Cause this could be my funeral home
A E
Made out of sticks and riddle black bones
E
Just a thief that's stolen my mood
A E
Singing the songs I wrote for you
[Bridge]
A E
Like all maybe I will break all
A E
Maybe I won't like all
A E A
Maybe I will, maybe
E
Maybe I will
[Chorus]
E
'Cause this could be my funeral home
A E
Made out of sticks and riddle black bones
E
Is it just me or have I grown cold?
A E
Singing the songs I used to love