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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



Funeral For A Friend Lyrics

"Front Row Seats To The End Of The World" lyrics


[Intro]

You never feed me, until it's too late,
You never see me coming.
It hurts my head when you tell me,
Everything is alright.

I tried to write something meaningful, and I feel I've lost my slide,
Can't think of anything really unflattering tonight.
You lie to me and I'm getting bored of this stupid conversation,
Stop fucking interrogation, scream my own behind.

Open your eyes and look outside,
It's gonna fuck you up and leave without the shell.
This is bettering, I'll bring you down,
Your best lost it for annihilation.

I tried to write something meaningful, and I feel I've lost my slide,
Can't think of anything really unflattering tonight.
You lie to me and I'm getting bored of these stupid conversations,
Stop fucking interrogation, just lead when I'm behind.

Keep on closing, closing your eyes.
Keep on closing, closing your eyes.
Keep on closing, closing your eyes.
Keep on closing, closing your eyes.

I tried to write something meaningful, and I feel I've lost my s'ide,
Can't think of anything really unflattering tonight.
You lie to me and I'm getting bored of these stupid conversations,
Stop fucking interrogation, just lead when I'm behind.

Write your words on a scrap of paper,
Tiny time you on my little finger???
Can't think of anything to make it worth the fight.

For this only with the litttle numbers,
Every time I feel like hating summer,
Can't think of anyone can make it worth the fight.

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