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come on young reckless |
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and won't you show me your patience |
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or have you been so mistreated |
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that all you can think of |
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is pulling the wings off |
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of the already flightless |
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and that the heart in your chest |
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it is as useless as statements |
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that you had made in your youth |
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to assure all the lonely |
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that nothing is certain |
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and that all si illusion |
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or is it so set in stone |
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is it carved in your coffin |
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"won't you forget this name, |
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he was born as an orphan |
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and he gave nothing back to this |
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though he took nothing from it |
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this world that he watched |
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and passed his judgement upon it." |
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sleep tight my young millionaire |
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sleep tight my young millionaire |
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sleep tight my young millionaire |
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sleep tight my millionaire |
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come on young heartless |
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won't you show me your hatred |
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if that is all you can give |
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then that is all that I'll take |
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and I will climb to the top |
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of this terrible canyon |
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and I'll discard them like ashes |
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upon the whole wolrd |
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and you will find in yourself |
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something that is forever absent |
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and you will watch it dissolve |
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just as quick as you found it |
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and you will watch it dissolve |
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just as quick as you found it |
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and you will watch it dissolve |
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just as quick as you found it |