| After midnight, after it’s all gone wrong
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| Will you help me, after I’m gone?
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| After I’m gone
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| Are you still living there, is she still by your side?
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| Do you still go to Terrace for a glass of wine?
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| Do you still cover up all your mistakes and lies for your unusable life?
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| Lost inside a decade that broke you on its own cracked teeth
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| On the tower of thought
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| That you want to do the decent thing
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| You lie asleep in lines for future times and vintage crimes
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| The point of this warped century is that there has to be
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| Something, something, something, something, something, something good
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| But after midnight, after it’s all gone wrong
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| Will you still love me, will you still sing my song?
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| After I’m gone, after I’m gone
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| Fading into nothing is so appealing
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| An unforeseen unhappy ending
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| We’re lost forever in our own endless sufferings or somewhere
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| And the hopeful thought that there must be
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| Someone, someone, someone, someone, someone, someone, someone good
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| But after midnight, after it’s all gone wrong
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| Will you still love me, would you be strong?
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| After I’m gone, after I’m gone
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| Don’t forsake the memory ache
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| Don’t you break, it’s just the memory ache
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| Don’t forsake the memory ache
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| Don’t you break, it’s just the memory ache
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| Don’t forsake the memory ache
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| Don’t you break, it’s just the memory ache
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| Don’t forsake the memory ache
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| Don’t you break, it’s just the memory ache
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| The memory ache, the memory ache
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| It’s just the memory ache |