Mantle
Harry kept his eyes wide open he knew just us much as
Anyone, the others came and prayed he had there shoulders to cry
He was a man here. He charged at the front door. Come Sunday morning
The skirmish had opened up before the sun could peer a look
It would've hurt anyhow, the same amount for just as much as anyone
If he could write it down he would have himself a book
I wouldn't read it, I was there when it happened, I loved his house. He's not in it
I loved his house. He's not in it
His House. He wasn't in it
Harry kept his eyes wide open he knew just us much as
Anyone, the others came and prayed he had there shoulders to cry.
He was a man here. He charged at the front door. Come Sunday morning
The skirmish had opened up before the sun could peer a look
It would've hurt anyhow, the same amount for just as much as anyone
If he could write it down he would have himself a book.
I wouldn't read it, I was there when it happened, I loved his house. He's not in it
I loved his house. He's not in it
His House. He wasn't in it
I still have your master piece on the mantle
Sometimes i see it shatter
By any means, by that I mean, I kept it clean, She lost a loving man from that believe me that but
I, I still have your picture on the mantle
'Till then I can, now keep seeing all the features that I, cannot now have
I, I Pursuit for an angel
And cry into the palms of a crook and clean his blackened hands
Look flash for the man
Anyone, the others came and prayed he had there shoulders to cry
He was a man here. He charged at the front door. Come Sunday morning
The skirmish had opened up before the sun could peer a look
It would've hurt anyhow, the same amount for just as much as anyone
If he could write it down he would have himself a book
I wouldn't read it, I was there when it happened, I loved his house. He's not in it
I loved his house. He's not in it
His House. He wasn't in it
Harry kept his eyes wide open he knew just us much as
Anyone, the others came and prayed he had there shoulders to cry.
He was a man here. He charged at the front door. Come Sunday morning
The skirmish had opened up before the sun could peer a look
It would've hurt anyhow, the same amount for just as much as anyone
If he could write it down he would have himself a book.
I wouldn't read it, I was there when it happened, I loved his house. He's not in it
I loved his house. He's not in it
His House. He wasn't in it
I still have your master piece on the mantle
Sometimes i see it shatter
By any means, by that I mean, I kept it clean, She lost a loving man from that believe me that but
I, I still have your picture on the mantle
'Till then I can, now keep seeing all the features that I, cannot now have
I, I Pursuit for an angel
And cry into the palms of a crook and clean his blackened hands
Look flash for the man
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Writer(s): Sam Ward
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