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
The rush of the flood
sends the blood
to my head
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
climb out
climb out
climb out
climb out
climb out
over me Climb out
climb out
ohh.
climb out
climb out
ohh.
climb out
climb out
over me into the great wide open