| Now you go unseen, perfect you’ll stay hidden
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| And I can dream of things you’ll never see
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| Alli, please, if you are braver than the rest
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| There’s little left who could dispute your claim
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| And when you’d finally gone
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| He tells me you were dead all along
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| He was wrong, he hadn’t lived a day
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| The way you lived your final days, a teenager in love with Christ and heroin
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| Now you feel ashamed but he feels nothing of the kind
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| He talks of things he wouldn’t mind to try sometime
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| But you’ve got little left to give
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| His touch is not a thing you’ll ever miss
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| And when you’d finally gone
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| He tells me you were dead all along
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| He was wrong, he hadn’t lived a day
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| The way you lived your final days, a teenager in love with Christ and heroin
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| A teenager in love with Christ and heroin
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| And if you made a stand
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| I would stand with you 'til the end
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| But you don’t need a friend when you’re a
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| Teenager in love with Christ and heroin
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| A teenager in love with Christ and heroin |