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Tad Morose >> Merchandise Links
Tad Morose
Mark my words, I won't care Never tread where angels dare Precious few shine like you Fewer still are aware of the dead and his son I don't know, where do I start So many thoughts, I wonder where we all go and if also memories never die All empty chairs There's no one here I can't believe it's over This darkest hour to my dismay makes me feel alight I'm Sure he's here always so near like we belong together Wherever I go, he's there also Somewhere deep inside The candle burns once more tonight I could've sworn I heard your laughter Forevermore and on... I call forevermore beyond the grave The dead and his son Oh Father gone for way too long I lived my life away from you So when I wake and pray tonight Make me feel alive Still empty chairs I know you're here We belong together Wherever I go you're there also Somewhere deep inside
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