Because I'm dead and gone
No amount of tears will bring me back
So might as well just sing this song
Wash, rinse, repeat as needed
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To my friends
I leave the memories
Of good and bad times
Out underneath these trees
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To my lovers
I leave my STD's
Bite marks, burn scars
And a few unwanted babies
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To my wife
I leave a mortgage
An extra car
An empty bed
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To my children
A hole in their life
A father missing
A broken heart full of strife
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But because I'm dead and gone
You might as well sing this song
'Cause no amount of raging and wailing
Will make this feel any less wrong
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