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A little narcotic warm on me What will I do without the weight of you? Funeral singers wail Charity fails, whose child are you now? The lighthouse keeper grazed the lip Spread like a fog Stood in the weather and prayed for a push But doesn’t take the jump again tonight The book is aching for the tree Return, return, return to me All my friends, all my friends All my friends are weeds and rain All my friends are half-gone birds Are magnets, all my friends are words All my friends are funeral singers Funeral singers, funeral singers wailing A spark is aching for the light Return, return, return tonight All my friends, all my friends All my friends are keeping time All my friends have just quit trying All my friends are funeral singers Funeral singers, funeral singers wailing
