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The date was set, this night was saved (the music played) |
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For holy vows to be unmade |
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Silent bouquets fell to the floor (with no remorse) |
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Forsaking what they're living for |
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Your passion cut so deep, it bled |
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But now, the songwriter is dead |
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Now here's to the way, here's to the truth |
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Here's to the life that you once knew before your passion died inside of you |
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Now here's to the song that you once played |
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Before all meaning died and all the words faded away |
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We are composers who have fallen |
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We are the poets who've died young |
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We are directors who've forgotten |
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We are life's writers and all our hope is gone |
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How far will we fall? |
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Our passion dies, here tonight. |
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We've forsaken our first love... |
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Look how far we've fallen from! |