Lyrics Good Grief - Commodo
So
what
would
you
little
maniacs
like
to
do
first
Watching
through
my
fingers,
watching
through
my
fingers
Shut
my
eyes
and
count
to
ten
It
goes
in
one
ear
out
the
other,
one
way
out
the
other
Burning
bright
right
till
the
end
Now
you'll
be
missing
the
from
the
photographs,
Missing
from
the
photographs
Watching
through
my
fingers,
watching
through
my
fingers
In
my
thoughts
you're
far
away
You're
whistling
a
melody,
whistling
a
melody
Crystallizing
clear
as
day
Oh
I
can
picture
you
so
easily,
picture
you
so
easily
What's
gonna
be
left
of
the
world
if
you're
not
in
it
What's
gonna
left
of
the
world
oh
Every
minute
and
every
hour
I
miss
you,
I
miss
you,
I
miss
you
more
Watching
through
my
fingers,
watching
through
my
fingers
Caught
off
guard
by
your
favourite
song
Oh
I'll
be
dancing
at
the
funeral,
dancing
at
the
funeral
Sleeping
in
the
clothes
you
love
It's
a
shame
we
had
to
see
them
burn,
shame
that
we
had
to
see
them
burn
What's
gonna
be
left
in
the
world
if
you
are
gone
What's
gonna
left
of
the
world
oh
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