before the bullet it bit
before the candle is lit
before the last call
before the curtain falls
before the grave we pray
there is something I must say
before taps is played
before the jazz parade
before 21 guns sound
before the final round
before the fiddler we pay
this I must convey
before the sweet by and by
before the tears we cry
before the bells are rung
before the reaper come
before angles wing
I have to tell you
everything....everything...everything
before the candle is lit
before the last call
before the curtain falls
before the grave we pray
there is something I must say
before taps is played
before the jazz parade
before 21 guns sound
before the final round
before the fiddler we pay
this I must convey
before the sweet by and by
before the tears we cry
before the bells are rung
before the reaper come
before angles wing
I have to tell you
everything....everything...everything
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