Funeral for a Friend - Sixteen lyrics
[Funeral for a Friend - Sixteen lyrics]
Waltzing day dream serenade
Preaching god and country
Like lines on a telegraph
Seems like we all want to be
So very different but nothing changes
Young and defenceless a waiting son at arms
Beating hearts against a tide of one
We all end up like magazines
Crumpled up discarded, catalogued forgotten
Read the pages that are free
Living something careless
Just sixteen all over
‘Cause we’re all alone, we’re all alone
Beating hearts against a tide of one
We’re all alone, we’re all alone
Beating hearts against a tide of one
Preaching god and country
Like lines on a telegraph
Seems like we all want to be
So very different but nothing changes
Young and defenceless a waiting son at arms
Beating hearts against a tide of one
We all end up like magazines
Crumpled up discarded, catalogued forgotten
Read the pages that are free
Living something careless
Just sixteen all over
‘Cause we’re all alone, we’re all alone
Beating hearts against a tide of one
We’re all alone, we’re all alone
Beating hearts against a tide of one
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