| He’s in the sound of the song that was sung to an empty room
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| The last light from the sun that was set too soon
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| In the tremble of the man who never shot his shot
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| In the gravestone, sitting on a worn-out plot
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| In the long lost echo of the «Why not me?»
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| Who never moved on, never let bygones be
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| In the blood from the war that history forgot
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| In the unsolved crime and the memory lost
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| I never thought it’d come to this (I never thought it’d come to this)
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| Death of an optimist
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| Death of an optimist
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| He’s in the cry from a boy who was left unattended
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| In the agenda of the unoffended
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| Now presenting a horror story or a happy ending
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| Depending on which one of us is pretending
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| In the shame of a past repeated and reenacted
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| Truth that was redacted, youth that never lasted
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| In the protest the news never reported
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| The American Dream that got deported
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| I never thought it’d come to this
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| Death of an optimist
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| Death of an optimist
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| Death of an optimist
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| Death of an optimist
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| Death of an optimist
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| Death of an optimist |