| In a New York poetry collection
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| A birthday gift from you
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| It says: «Someday take these words from the page
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| Make them dance, give them life on a stage»
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| That was the dawn of the legendary hearts
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| We had a dream that seemed so simple at the start
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| To make an honest living, making honest art
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| And here I am trying to make sense of it all
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| Up all night trying to make sense of it all
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| When you told me it was over
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| I lost my self control
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| I was drunk but now I’m sober
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| Out here on my own
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| Though I still meant every word that I said
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| I do regret throwing a drum at your head
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| But it’s the end of the legendary hearts
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| We gave it everything and all we got was scarred
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| Our fire burned out when it was still a spark
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| And here I am trying to make sense of it all
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| Up all night trying to make sense of it all
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| So, goodbye to the legendary hearts
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| Goodbye to the legendary hearts
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| Light a candle, the world is getting dark
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| And here I am trying to make sense of it all
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| Up all night trying to make sense of it all |