The Funeral for My Youth (Remastered)

A modern slow-burning funeral song opens with solemn organ chords, subdued bass, and brushed drums, building a ceremonial mood, Gentle strings swell in the pre-chorus, and mournful brass with layered vocal harmonies deepen the chorus, The outro quietly fades with delicate piano arpeggios

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[Verse] Oh I'm ok (just takin' stock of my inventory) got one foot in the grave Addin another candle on the cake someone please call 911 tell them i jsut got knocked down and my 30s got it bad It's a death to my thirties A funeral for one It's a death to that youthful youth Hello to a slightly older you [Pre-Chorus] So call up all your friends You won't see them again I don't think you understand What it means to make amends I ain't got no regrets No sins to confess I gave it my best Now I'm layin' my 30's to rest [Chorus] At the funeral At the funeral At the funeral for my youth At the funeral At the funeral At the funeral for my youth For my youth [Verse] I still remember my first beer Wasn't that many years ago only a few But I've aged since then feel like a lifetime now I'm sittin' here With my face in the ground not six feet down not pushin' up the daisies I'm wearin' my Sunday best layin' my 30's to rest [Chorus](with gospel riffs calling out to Dawn) At the funeral At the funeral At the funeral for my youth At the funeral At the funeral At the funeral for my 30s For my youth [Bridge] And I'm goin' down swingin' Goin' down fightin' livin' with a smile on my face And I'm goin' down swingin' Goin' down fightin' livin' with a smile on my face And I'm goin' down swingin' Goin' down fightin' livin' with a smile on my face And I'm goin' down swingin' Goin' down fightin' livin' with a smile on my face

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