| What am I gonna do
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| One of these days I’m gonna die
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| But you always said we’d live forever
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| Forever
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| But even the trees die once a year
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| The damage is worse than what it appears
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| How do I get back all the years?
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| And what am I gonna do
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| You’ve got young blood, covered in all white
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| A loaded gun, Brilliant green light
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| You’ve got young blood, covered in all white
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| You’ve got young blood, young blood
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| One of these days you’ll say you’re right
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| Back when I knew we’d live forever, remember
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| That even good things die out of fear
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| Like a city that burned cause you weren’t here
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| And how do I get back all the years
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| So, what am I gonna do
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| You’ve got young blood, covered in all white
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| A loaded gun, Brilliant green light
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| You’ve got young blood, covered in all white
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| You’ve got young blood, young blood
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| You’ve got all this time feels like I’m running in place
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| If you knew what it took I swear you’d see it the same way
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| Like every goodbye is just another good taste of the fallout
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| You’ve got all this time feels like I’m running in place |
| If you knew what it took I swear you’d see it the same way
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| Like every goodbye is just another
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| good taste of the fallout, of the fallout
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| Of the fallout
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| You’ve got young blood, covered in all white
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| A loaded gun, Brilliant green light
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| You’ve got young blood, covered in all white
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| You’ve got young blood, young blood
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| One of these days I’m gonna die
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| But you always said we’d live forever |