The Bonnevilles - I Dreamt Of The Dead

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I mind the things I see coming through the doorway
Conspicuous by absence is noted by the eye
I look around and wonder what I did
It was just a little too easy
To let principle get in the way of making money, making friends
We made good things in the end
I feel sick at the mention of your name
I wanna cry
I dreamt of the dead
Of the dead
My turn
You tried to make me put away my childish notions of a brotherhood of man
I learned to stay my course and get her done
My back to the wind
Don’t be afraid of the sun
I look around and wonder what I did
It was just a little too easy
To let principle get in the way of making money, making friends
We made good things in the end
I feel sick at the mention of your name
I wanna cry
I dreamt of the dead
Of the dead
I feel sick at the mention of your name
I wanna cry
I dreamt of the dead
Of the dead