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A serenade is through, and all the fireworks, fade away. |
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A gathering is gone, so, no more holiday. |
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On the run (run), till we're done (done), away again. |
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Nothing left (left), out of breath (breath), we waste again. |
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It doesn't really matter. No, it doesn't anyway. |
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I held on... |
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To long... |
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I just can't break through... |
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I free you. (Oh...) |
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I free you... |
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Your sadder days are best, to remember, none of this. |
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Nobody comes around, to remind me, of what I miss. |
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Written down (down), on the ground (ground), away again. |
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Something wrong (wrong), now it's gone (gone), to waste again. |
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It doesn't really matter. No, it doesn't anyway. |
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I held on... |
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To long... |
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I just can't break through... |
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I free you. (Oh...) |
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I free you... |
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I free you. (Oh...) |
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I free you... |
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I hear it. I hear it. I hear it. |
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A frozen on the tracks, before the train. I hear it. |
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The bullet size, before the pain. I hear it. |
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Waiting for the flash, up in the sky. I hear it. |
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I take the fall into the light. |
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I held on... |
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To long... |
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I free you. (Oh...) |
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I free you... |
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I free you. (Oh...) |
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I free you... |
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(Oh... Oh... Oh...) |
