Parade
If you come to find out who you are
Then, may you find out, may you find out who you are
And if you come to search for what is lost
Then may you find it, may you find it at any cost
And if you come o'er from far
Then, may it not touch you or ever do you harm
And if you come, oh, so soft
You may look up one day and you'll be hard
If I were to die today
Slaughtered in that masquerade
The last thing that you'd hear me say:
Put my body on display in the parade
Passing slowly through the town
My feet, they cannot touch the ground of the parade
All of my friends were there, waiting on me
Oh, Laurie was there, waiting on me
Anna was there, waiting on me
I have come, I will go, just the same
If I were to die today
Puppet in that grey charade
The last thing that you'd hear me say is
Bury me in different shades of the parade
Passing slowly through the town
My feet, they can not touch the ground
Go now, you'll go but, oh, just how?
Never leave this, never leave this town of the parade
Didn't I tell you?
Oh, walk down through the alley
And wasn't I in search for
Oh, somebody just like you?
Open up your window, throw down your hair
I'll climb it anywhere
I feel just like a boy
Still life with the rejects from the Island of Misfit Toys
Then, may you find out, may you find out who you are
And if you come to search for what is lost
Then may you find it, may you find it at any cost
And if you come o'er from far
Then, may it not touch you or ever do you harm
And if you come, oh, so soft
You may look up one day and you'll be hard
If I were to die today
Slaughtered in that masquerade
The last thing that you'd hear me say:
Put my body on display in the parade
Passing slowly through the town
My feet, they cannot touch the ground of the parade
All of my friends were there, waiting on me
Oh, Laurie was there, waiting on me
Anna was there, waiting on me
I have come, I will go, just the same
If I were to die today
Puppet in that grey charade
The last thing that you'd hear me say is
Bury me in different shades of the parade
Passing slowly through the town
My feet, they can not touch the ground
Go now, you'll go but, oh, just how?
Never leave this, never leave this town of the parade
Didn't I tell you?
Oh, walk down through the alley
And wasn't I in search for
Oh, somebody just like you?
Open up your window, throw down your hair
I'll climb it anywhere
I feel just like a boy
Still life with the rejects from the Island of Misfit Toys
Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Morby
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