Farewell from Barbaric Yawp by Barbaric Yawp

We worked so well inside the wooden barn
But it's been three years of winter
My feet are full of splinters
And I don't think it will ever get warm

We sang in harmony for many a year
But your voice has gone flat
My skills are still sharp
I use a bullhorn but still you can't hear

So Farewell my sweet Rosalee
So Farewell, yes I bid you farewell
my sweet, my sweet Rosalee

You twist my words into a helix to make me out to be a fool
But my values never waver
Just do me a favor
And admit that you just ain't that cool

I know you had it tough, yea you really did
But that was three lifetimes ago
Stop putting on a show
You know that we're no longer kids

So Farewell my sweet Rosalee
So Farewell, yes I bid you farewell
my sweet, my sweet Rosalee

We had our good times
But they're all gone
It's about time
That we move on

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