Flesh and Bone

Flesh and Bone
Words and Music: Briggs
Alone in a crowd
Without happiness it seems
Without the Madness
Without the Curiosity

Moving along merely passing through
Moving along and not meaning to
Living this way
Rather than that
Living this way
Rather than that

Alone in a crowd
I speak without waiting for an answer
Always alone
Always alone
I am Flesh and Bone
Blind as a new born child

Sublime courtesy
Will you bury me
It is as it should be

Moving along merely passing through
Moving along and not meaning to
Living this way
Rather than that
Living this way
Rather than that


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