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Our star burns bright, |
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As we curse it for the final time, |
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And we forget to breathe. |
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And we regret |
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The process of our age, |
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Progress, stagnation and decay, |
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And we breathe deep. |
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And as we realise |
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That hope is not enough, |
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Our game is up. |
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So caught up in the whens and whys, |
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We forget to breathe. |
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Breathe in, |
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Breathe out, |
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Breathe deep. |
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Well for a year we lived as kings. |
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We had everything that we could ever need, |
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And we slept. |
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We slept soundly in our royal beds, |
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As the walls came crashing down, |
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Around our ears. |
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And as we realise |
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That hope is not enough, |
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Our game is up. |
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So caught up in the whens and whys, |
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We forget to breathe. |
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As we realise |
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That hope is not enough, |
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Our game is up. |