| When I’m gone, will they remember me?
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| When I’m gone, will the flowers cry on my grave?
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| I face the fear of the unknown path
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| Pictures are passing by as I think
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| Tomorrows words may not be spoken
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| Tomorrow can be the day to fly
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| My last kiss for you my dear?
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| My last goodbye for you my friends?
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| When I sleep in the arms of silence?
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| Will flowers weep upon my grave?
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| Candles shine beside my name?
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| Will they remember?
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| Will they forget? |
| I wonder
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| When I’m gone
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| I see a hall with thousands of people
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| Forsaken souls who never died
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| Their names shall never be remembered here
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| Grey dawn, empty eyes
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| Dreaming shadows dreams with the night
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| Dreams on, dreams with the night
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| When I sleep, will I share their dreams?
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| Will flowers weep upon my grave?
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| Candles shine beside my name?
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| Will they remember?
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| Will they forget? |
| I wonder
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| When I’m gone
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| I face the fear of the unknown path
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| I cry in despair when I see it all
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| Tomorrows words may not be spoken
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| Tomorrow can be the day to fly
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| I know it’s time because I can feel it inside
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| My guardian angel is since long times gone
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| The creeping silence is closing in
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| Closer and closer
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| Soon it will reach me and take me in it’s arms
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| Take me to it’s empire. |
| Take me in it’s arms
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| Will flowers weep upon my grave?
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| Candles shine beside my name?
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| Will they remember?
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| Will they forget? |
| I wonder
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| When I’m gone |