| I could have treated you better
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| But you couldn’t have treated me worse
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| But it’s he who laughs last
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| Is he who cries first
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| Sometimes I feel I know strangers
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| Better than I know my friends
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| Why must a beginning
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| Be the means to an end
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| The stones from my ennemies
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| These wounds will mend
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| But I cannot survive
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| The roses from my friends
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| When the last word has been spoken
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| (And) we’ve beared witness to the final setting sun
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| All that shall remains is a token
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| Of what we’ve said and done
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| When all we’ve had has been forsaken
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| Distant church bells no longer ring
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| That’s the sound of a heart taken
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| And the story of tears from a king
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| The stones from my ennemies
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| These wounds will mend
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| But I cannot survive
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| The roses from my friends
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| This may be the last time I see you
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| Forgive me for holding you close
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| This may be the last time I see you
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| So of this moment I will make the most
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| This may be the last time I see you
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| But if you keep me in your heart
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| Together we shall be eternal
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| If you believe we shall never part
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| The stones from my ennemies
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| These wounds will mend
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| But I cannot survive
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| The stones from my ennemies
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| These wounds will mend
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| But I cannot survive
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| I cannot survive
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| Oh- I cannot survive
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| The roses from my friends |