the choir sings its solemn tune the men are dressed in black and not a single eye is dry for i am not coming back the coffin there is flower strewn with joy i'll lay inside it cause on the day they bury me i know you're not invited [whistling the melody] the choir sings its solemn tune the men are dressed in black and not a single eye is dry for i am not coming back the coffin there is flower strewn with joy i'll lay inside it cause on the day they bury me i know you're not invited
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