Funeral For A Friend - Sixteen lyrics

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ltzing daydream serenade

Preaching god and country like lines on a telegraph

Seems like we all want to be

So very different but nothing changes

Young and defenceless, waiting son at arms

Beating hearts against a tide of one

Young and defenceless, waiting son at arms

Beating hearts against a tide of one

We all end up like magazines

Crumpled up discarded, cataloged forgotten

Read the pages that are free

Living something careless

Just sixteen all over

Young and defenceless, a waiting son at arms

Beating hearts against a tide of one

Young and defenceless, a waiting son at arms

Beating hearts against a tide of one

Beating hearts against a tide of one

We're all alone

We're all alone

Beating hearts against a tide of one

Beating hearts against the tide

Young and defenceless, a waiting son at arms

Beating hearts against a tide of one

Beating hearts against a tide of one

We're all alone

We're all alone

Beating hearts against a tide of one