She, online, now out of time
She joins the dead today
How wilts the rose, at the close
No charms left to say {leff't'say)

The web world's eye, watched her die
We thought her broadcast froze

Now she's gone
So stream her funeral {fEW NA Rull)
She was one
Who had her fun
Enticing lonesome boys {lonesmm Boys)
Now her days are done
It's an E-Girls funeral {fEW NA Rull)
The curtain fall {cur'un)
The funeral pall {Few nrr-ill)
Now a siren of the grave

He obsessed with her the most
He bought a lock of her hair {uffer)
He holds it tight, all through the night
Laments "It is not fair"

His forlorn eyes, watched her die
"I wish she was mine" (wih-sshhe)

But now she's gone {b'now)
So stream her funeral {fEW NA RULL)
She was one
Who had her fun
Enticing lonesome boys* {lonesmm BOYS, a little pop on boys)
Now her days are done
It's an E-Girls funeral {fEW NA RULL)
The curtain fall {cur-tin)
The funeral pall {Few nrr-ill)
Lay the siren in her grave {ghostly descending moan on "grave", back away from mic slowly)

...

(get in character and start scrunching your face up to look like you're experiencing profound grief. It'll help. Probably.)

And now she's gone
So stream her funeral {fEW NA RULL)
She was one
Who had her fun
Enticing lonesome boys*{lonesumBOYS, POP on boys)
Now her days are done
It's an E-Girls funeral {fEW NA RULL)
The curtain fall {cur-ton)
The funeral pall {Few nrr-ull)
The memory fades away {memry fadessuh-way)

Oh she's gone
We'll stream her funeral {FEW NA RULL)
We were all
Left in awe
At the coroners call {!!!! MASSIVE SORROW)
Oh she's gone
Let's stream her funeral {Les'Stream fEW NA RULL)
Her page, put down
In the ground
With the siren of the grave

Oh she's gone
she is gone
Oh now she's gone


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First verse - throaty, airy, raspy, seductive, lullaby-esque 

First chorus - Same, but with a little more effort, still in the throat, still airy, but just a few hairs up in energy 

Second verse - Same as the first chorus, slightly more playful in it's sadness

Second chorus - Full body, not bombastic, but more chest/diaphragm to give it some oomph, more vibrato, setting up anticipation for what's yet to come

Final chorus - BELT. FULL BODY LAMENTATION. VIBRATO. DRAMATIC SORROW. BORDER LINE EMOTIONAL BREAK DOWN.


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VOICE MEMO TIME STAMPS

First Verse........ 1:55

First Chorus....... 3:58

Second Verse....... 8:10

Second Chorus...... 11:15

Final Chorus....... 15:11