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The Wise Man's Fear

The Strength To Bury A Friend

The Strength To Bury A Friend

No, I don't know
No, I don't know
Why death must take its toll
And leave us with these ghosts
So cold
Can't let this go
Familiar catacombs
That gather around their own
The strength to bury a friend

It won't be the last time
It won't be the last word
It won't be the last life
That it grasps in the palm of its hand
I know I can't go home
No, no, no
It's not there on my own
Why does death take its toll
And why did death take his soul

And when the end is drawing near
Everyone is consumed by their darkest fears
Desperately grabbing for anything that pulls them from the deep
So you pray for sleep
But you won't find comfort there
Dreaming of escape won't kill the nightmares
I'm so lost

And since the end is drawing near
Everyone is consumed by their darkest fears
Desperately grabbing for anything that pulls them from the deep
So you pray for sleep
But you won't find comfort there
Dreaming of escape won't kill the nightmares

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