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Why do we cry when you know how the story ends? |
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How can you laugh when you know that it hurts your friends? |
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We've all been there once but you never left, |
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This is me coming back to get you out, |
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To say goodbye, to make amends. |
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I'm not leaving this place |
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Unless I'm leaving with you. |
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You're the only person with a half decent heart here, |
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And I know you will put it to use. |
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Until it's gone, gone, gone. |
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Gone, gone, gone. |
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Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, yeah. |
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And you close your eyes for the big sleep |
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I hope you think of me. |
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And if you go, I'll be gone, |
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And you'll be left alone to live your life, as you please, |
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But someday you'll agree that I was always meant for you, |
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You were always meant for me and you will see: that you're impossible. |
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You're impossible. |
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You're impossible. |
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You're impossible. |
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Me and Mr. Dylan on the ride home, |
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We had a heart to heart about life. |
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But neither him or me could decide for ourselves |
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If we wanted to outlive that night. |
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Like two children on the playground of the unconfessed souls, |
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Abandoned by our mothers and our lovers and our foes. |
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If only we were brave enough to live the lives we stole, |
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What a wonderful world this could be! |
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And you close your eyes for the big sleep |
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I hope you think of me. |
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And if you go, I'll be gone, |
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And you'll be left alone to live your life, as you please, |
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But someday you'll agree that I was always meant for you, |
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You were always meant for me and you will see: that you're impossible. |
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You're impossible. |
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You're impossible. |
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You're impossible. |
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So how many more examples until we break? |
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How many sacrifices must we make? |
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Because we've all been there once before, |
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And it looks like we've returned once more. |
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Is this the beginning or the end? |
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The last two soldiers on the battlefield, |
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Survivors of the war. |
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They aim at one another while their mothers beg the lord. |
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"If you're listening, I'm missing him, |
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So somehow bring him home. |
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How did it come to this?" |
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So the soldiers lift their rifles, |
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And they're aiming at the head, |
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They think of their first love before they take their final breaths. |
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And somewhere in the distance they hear something someone said: |
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"How did it come to this?" |
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And as you close your eyes for the big sleep |
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I hope you think of me, yeah. |
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And as you close your eyes for the big sleep |
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I hope you think of me. |