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Funeral For A Friend
Funeral For A Friend


Background information
Origin Bridgend, Wales, United Kingdom
Genre(s) Post-Hardcore
Emo
Screamo
Years active 2001—present
Label(s) Roadrunner Records
Atlantic Records
Ferret Records
Infectious Records
Mighty Atom Records
Associated acts Hondo Maclean
Desecration
Moments in Grace
Attack! Attack!
Dopamine
This Is Menace
Website Website
Members
Kris Coombs-Roberts
Gavin Burrough
Ryan Richards
Matthew Davies-Kreye
Richard Boucher
Former members
Gareth Ellis-Davies
Matthew Evans
Andi Morris
Johnny Phillips
Kerry Roberts
Darran Smith



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Funeral For A Friend Album


Seven Ways To Scream Your Name (10/21/2003)
10/21/2003
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Water broken voice, saturates a microphone
into a receiver with no tongue
offering, little to what it knows
Then a silence so heavy, broken hearts fall from throats
when heaven is remembered but never seen
through hearts shaped like kaleidoscopes
Eternally, the sun has set to mourning
and contoured are the backgrounds

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Can't pretend that you're nothing special
You've got to look at all of your options
You can't decide what to go for
When it's all about trust (it's all about trust)
You see your self on the TV
You read your magazines
You can't explain how it's come to be this
Stop and think….
When it's all about trust (it's all about trust)
This coverage your centre spread
Your neon light daydream will shatter and break
And if you think I'm thinking of your value here
You're the one who's losing control
This eventual stop this, break in the mold
I scream down this hotline just to feel something
This situation, isn't getting any better
I see that look in your eyes
You want to see a pretty face
There isn't anything wrong with giving up
And for what it's worth, I still hate you.

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Shove- the momentum drags us under
Your constant disregard your constant aggravation
Tell me nothing but home truths and you show me starvation
On a black and white screen, this is your movie queen
Stop and think a second (tune in-tune out)
It's something more than nothing (drop in-drop out)
I see the way you lie to them (tune in-tune out)
All for the country you say (fuck them-fuck us)
Progress is the alternative to which we align
Hopeless intuition, raped between the lines
You tune in you tune out
Climbing a ladder fucked before we get out
You tune in you tune out
Climbing a ladder fucked before we get out

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Wasted journey's, time spent better knowing nothing
And looks, they don't help.
Prying eyes wander west to where oceans meet gold,
And you wonder why my heart, it breaks in two.

Hours pass into minutes, kissing the seconds away,
And days seem to melt just like your classic summers.

It's come to the point where, everything looses perspective...
And I'm the one, and I'm the one who...

Prying eyes wander west to where oceans meet gold,
And you wonder why my heart, it breaks for you.

Stupid things are said, stupid things are done
And when the time comes

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Broken hearts
Swept to hands that tied me
It's a pointless game
What better, let's play
Suicide
To kiss your kids goodnight
What you take from them
What they've taken from you

To be the last one who will sing you to sleep
To be the last one, who will sing you to...

Just like your broken records (you're broken)
Will convert, for you tonight

Broken hearts
Swept to hands that tied me
It's a pointless game
What better, let's play
Suicide
To kiss your kids goodnight
What you take from them
What they've taken from you

Just like your broken records (you're broken)
Will convert, for you tonight
Just like your broken records (you're broken)
Will convert, for you tonight

(We will never be the same)
Same old songs on a brand new stereo
(We will never be the same)
Same old songs on a brand new stereo
(We will never be the same)
Same old songs on a brand new stereo
(We will never be the same)

Same old songs!

To be the last one who will sing you to sleep
To be the last one, who will sing you to...

Just like your broken records (you're broken)
Will convert, for you tonight
Just like your broken records (you're broken)

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No matter where you go
They'll fucking tie you down
And bleed you from your wrists (bleed you from your wrists)
Well, it's better that we leave
Leave it this way (leave it this way)

And just to soften the blow
I'll steal all of your kisses (your kisses)
And sew them up
In the creases of our hearts.

No matter where you go
They'll fucking tie you down
And bleed you from your wrists (bleed you from your wrists)
Well, it's better that we leave
Leave it this way (leave it this way)

And just to soften the blow
I'll steal all of your kisses (your kisses)
And sew them up
In the creases of our hearts.
And just to soften the blow
I'll steal all of your kisses (your kisses)
And sew them up
In the creases of our

HEARTS [x2]
I never really loved you anyway.
HEARTS [x2]
I never really loved you anyway.
HEARTS [x2]
I never really loved you anyway.
HEARTS [x2]
I never really loved you anyway.

And on the one thing you betted on
Don't ever let them take you down.
Oh, on the one thing you betted on

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The red poison of your lips
The red poison of your eyes
Is where I kissed the blood from,
Just that corner of your mouth where I can see the white of your smile.
Up to my neck
When I'm breathing without you, without you
Up to my eyes
And I'm seeing without you, without you

We'll start a fire,
And burn some bridges
And make it out of here tonight
We'll start a fire,
And burn some bridges
And make it out of here tonight

We need some leverage
We can't seem to open up
The locks are far too tight
And the chains are far too strong, far too strong.
Up to my eyes
And I'm seeing without you, without you
Up to my heart
When I'm bleeding without you, without you.

We'll start a fire,
And burn some bridges
And make it out of here tonight
We'll start a fire,
And burn some bridges
And make it out of here tonight

Please someone help me
I'm dying here in front of you
Please someone help me
I'm dying here in front of you.
With a hundred thousands lights
Timing as everything will
With a hundred thousand lights
Timing, timing is everything to me
Please someone help me
I'm dying here in front of you
Please someone help me
I'm dying here in front of you.
It's everything
It's everything

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