| Whether forever, or never again
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| I see you gone
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| And now, I just want to be there with you
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| Forever…
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| How your eyes fell into mine
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| And we stirred to find the world alive
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| Like we couldn’t feel the decline…
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| Old railroad, take me away to that time
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| When men held something close
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| The place where we touched the flame
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| And burned slowly
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| Before it all went up in smoke
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| Smoke, stone, broken bones
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| A hard place we called a home
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| I saw with my own eyes us unraveling
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| While others took to your side
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| Men of priviledge and class
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| They danced, they drank, they
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| Robbed the whole place blind
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| And drunk with Pride, you hurt, you stole
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| But I still carried you home
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| From the jungles, to the deserts, to the trenches' reddened snow
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| So maybe Hell ain’t a place
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| It’s a time, a time, a time when things move on
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| Ain’t it a cryin' shame, that after all this we lived to see it gone
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| Pieces in my hands
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| Try’n to put ‘em back
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| Just the way they were before
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| How we tamed earth and broke rock just to bring us close
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| 20,000 miles of steel across the great unknown
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| But you can’t put a fallen leaf back on its tree…
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| Oh, say can’t you see
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| That they’ve taken you from me
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| All I wanted was to be there with you forever |