| No, no hesitation
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| No, no things that I’ve done wrong
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| You want to know
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| But do you want to know?
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| There’s one, one wrong desire
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| One more bullet in my head
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| I’m breaking, I’m breaking
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| It takes one small compliment
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| That could save this boy and the life we spent
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| But we’re writing in his eulogy
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| We didn’t know, how can we know?
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| No more conversation
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| No, no cigarette to start it up again
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| To start it up again
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| There’s no more room for heroes
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| No, no we’re already dead
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| I’m breaking, I’m breaking
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| It takes one small compliment
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| That could save this boy and the life we spent
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| But we’re writing in his eulogy
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| We didn’t know, how can we know?
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| But I believe that I will be remembered
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| And I believe that I will be forgotten by a few
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| But even if this life is never-ending
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| We’d get the forks and eat the cake
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| And come on boys let’s celebrate
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| It takes one small compliment
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| That could save this boy and the life we spent
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| But we’re writing in his eulogy
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| We didn’t know
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| How can we know? |