Funeral For A Friend - The Great Wide Open

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Spitting from the bridges

like a bird perched on a branch

i'm wilting like a tree

that will never let me breathe



Soul soldier with your gun held high

where does the crow fly

soul soldier with your gun held high

will you follow it home



For the road that we walk

has more miles left to talk

stories on and on we go

into the great wide open



No it never came back to break me

the way it broke it down

spitting from the bridges

while the trees give a soft sigh to the ground

Soul sailor with your flag held high

where does the crow fly

soul sailor with your flag held high

will you follow it home



For the road that we walk

has more miles left to talk

stories on and on we go

into the great wide open



For the road that we walk

has more miles left to talk

stories on and on we go

into the great wide open

into the great wide open

Woh The rush of the flood

sends the blood to my head



Woh The rush of the flood

sends the blood to my head



Soul soldier with your gun held high

where does the crow fly

soul soldier with your gun held high

will you follow it home



The rush of the flood

sends the blood to my head

The rush of the flood

sends the blood to my head



Climb out....over me



Climb out....ohh...over me

into the great wide open



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