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No Lullaby
As it turns out for me
There's no goodbye
As it turns out to be
There's no lullaby
Singing notes to the plucking of strings
There are no words to say
The sound of tears as she sings
And the sun grows tired of today
Another box and epitaph to give
Seems there's more death than life
There's not much life left to live
Just a moth fluttering around the light
As it turns out for me
There's no goodbye
As it turns out to be
There's no lullaby
Another tearful cookout, we all eat our feelings
Sitting in the corner, brooding on what we are
Bring out the will and get our pickings
In a pack of vultures, they don't stretch very far
As it turns out for me, I'll never hear those words again
I'll never escape them in my dreams
Haunted by the worst parts of them
The truth is as crazy as it seems
So, as it turns out for me
There's no goodbye
As it turns out to be
There's no lullaby
There's no goodbye
As it turns out to be
There's no lullaby
Singing notes to the plucking of strings
There are no words to say
The sound of tears as she sings
And the sun grows tired of today
Another box and epitaph to give
Seems there's more death than life
There's not much life left to live
Just a moth fluttering around the light
As it turns out for me
There's no goodbye
As it turns out to be
There's no lullaby
Another tearful cookout, we all eat our feelings
Sitting in the corner, brooding on what we are
Bring out the will and get our pickings
In a pack of vultures, they don't stretch very far
As it turns out for me, I'll never hear those words again
I'll never escape them in my dreams
Haunted by the worst parts of them
The truth is as crazy as it seems
So, as it turns out for me
There's no goodbye
As it turns out to be
There's no lullaby
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