Stand by... Stand by... All that we've been thru All we can't undo I'm picking out the songs to set the mood They'll play them at a funeral for you I have been the only friend I have stayed until the end I'm telling you my brother I am through It's a measure of pity That I won't carry... I won't carry It's a matter of duty But I won't carry... I won't carry you Most of us have our secrets One deep-rooted mark we can't remove I'm guessing yours still owns you I can't dig mine up to bury you I have been the only friend I have stayed until the end I'm telling you my brother I am thru I will lie with the guilty But I won't carry... I won't carry... It's a measure of bad dreams But I won't carry... I won't carry you
Thanks to Jonathan Ouellet (jonathan.o@sympatico.ca) for these lyrics
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