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letra de funerals - krosst out

intro:
not that kid that you used to know, i’ve been livin life, so unusual
less weddings and more of these funerals, i’ve been livin life, so unusual
leather jacket and ripped jeans, long hair and this whiskey
i’m not that kid that you used to know
so if i left, ya, you’d never have to miss me

verse:
you’re always tellin, that i don’t pick up that phone much anymore, and you don’t call home
why are we the people that you gotta ignore? you say that you’re one of us? but it’s pretty clear that you’re not
why?
you think that you’re bеtter? you think that you’re big now? move from this small town, go and gеt that big style?
and i bet your egos even bigger now! and you f-ckin forgot our names, wow, how?
we’re from that same town, where nothin ever happened. we lit those parties up like matches, but that was back then
f-ck those memories you can have em, i’m passed it!

verse 2:
i’m sorry for every family reunion i ever missed. every phone call i never did, and i know i don’t come home, but those rooms have too many white elephants. yeah!
and n0body has permission to miss me. but if you have to know, i hate this city
everybody passin by but no one ever sees me, believe me, i’m leanin on leaving, cause, i’ve been here too long
and i know that i can’t go home, cause i don’t belong, and no, i don’t need no phone call
hold on, spare me the sad song. i don’t need to hear about the old me
it should be quite clear, that’s what i don’t need. i’m just a grown man, who can’t afford these groceries
reminiscin bout the old days, and i wish the ones who died didn’t
if you think the grass is greener on my side, it’s not really!

chorus:
i’m not the kid that you used to know, i want black roses at my funeral, please don’t cry it’ll be beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
i’m not that kid that you used to know, i want 3 shots of whiskey before i go, throw the bottle in the ocean, with my soul
and i’m sorry mom, i’m not that kid that you used to know, used to know, used to know, used to know, used to know
i’m not that kid that you used to know, i want black roses at my funeral, please don’t cry it’ll be beautiful, beautiful
i’m not the kid that you used to know, i want black roses at my funeral, please don’t cry it’ll be beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
i’m not that kid that you used to know, i want 3 shots of whiskey before i go, throw the bottle in the ocean, with my soul
and i’m sorry mom, i’m not that kid that you used to know, used to know, used to know, used to know, used to know
i’m not that kid that you used to know, i want black roses at my funeral, please don’t cry it’ll be beautiful, beautiful

- krosst out

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