Houses of the Dead
Time spent driving past the houses of the dead
Where are those who came before
Who live now only in my head
For the Earth is now their bed
Where's your music from the front porch on the Hill
Where's your laughing faces
Saying: Child have no fear
For there is nothing but love in here
Know your blood's as thick as Time
So our song will never die
And sing it loud and clear
For those now lost but always dear
Then send it on the wind
To those now far ahead
In the houses of the dead
Many trips around this wicked star we've made
And there's been many players
On its ever turning stage
In every sundered age
But when your part is through
Behind the curtain bid adieu
Soon gone but now you're here
So play your part without fear
Then join them far ahead
We know not where
And leave houses of the dead
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