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I've never been too good with names
The cellar door was open I could never stay away
I know it's probly not my place
It's either or I'm hoping for a simple way of saying
It's a shame about Ray
In the stone under the dust his name is still engraved
Some things need to go away
It's a shame about Ray
If I make it through today
I'll know tomorrow not to put my feelings out on display
I'll put the cobwebs back in place
I've never been too good with names but I remember faces
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