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Description
We wait in our shadows as the well dressed pass us by.
Dressed up for death; dressed up to say goodbye.
Dark, black tuxedo's with white, silky cuffs,
dressed for farewell as we enter our dusk.
We'll go underground as they stare standing bold.
They'll stand like a wall against chilling cold.
Strange black figures without unique trace.
Our eyes are closed, we can't see their face.
They'll shove hands in black pockets
and stare down at their shoes,
Deep, black and polished in a set of two.
They'll pull out cloths and wipe their eyes,
all men in tuxedo's, all men wearing ties.
Step by step, they all walk away.
All wearing black and all wearing grey.
They turn their backs and become the unseen,
walking away from memories and everything in between.

Description
We wait in our shadows as the well dressed pass us by.
Dressed up for death; dressed up to say goodbye.
Dark, black tuxedo's with white, silky cuffs,
dressed for farewell as we enter our dusk.
We'll go underground as they stare standing bold.
They'll stand like a wall against chilling cold.
Strange black figures without unique trace.
Our eyes are closed, we can't see their face.
They'll shove hands in black pockets
and stare down at their shoes,
Deep, black and polished in a set of two.
They'll pull out cloths and wipe their eyes,
all men in tuxedo's, all men wearing ties.
Step by step, they all walk away.
All wearing black and all wearing grey.
They turn their backs and become the unseen,
walking away from memories and everything in between.