Bereaver

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Curses while the hearse is being parked.
Storming through the home that’s still completely dark.
She knows the path better than the back of her hand.
Makes me laugh, I’ll bet nobody else understands,
About the night that felt so right but might at first had felt a little frightful
Was so delightful.

Picking up a woman at four in the morning,
Way before the son and daughter are mourning.
Take her to the home and then that’s where we leave her.
Then I saw her face and now I’m a bereaver.

Weeks go by her heart is getting cold.
We don’t laugh at all, our jokes are getting old.
And I’m wound tighter than a funeral drum.
And I’ve found why nobody else ever comes,
On a ride that felt so right but now I wonder why I can’t stop crying,
And feel like dying.

Picking up a woman at four in the morning,
Way before the son and the daughter are mourning.
Once she took me home I knew she was a keeper.
Then I saw her face and now I fear the reaper.

Bitchin’ Mortician who broke my heart.
What really kills me is she told me from the start when we were,

Picking up a woman at four in the morning,
Way before the son and the daughter are mourning.
Once she took me home I knew I’d never leave her.
Then I saw her face and now I’m a bereaver.
Then I saw her face and now I’m a bereaver.
Then I saw her face and now I’m a bereaver.

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from Paper Clown, released May 1, 2015

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