| Gone
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| Don’t you know he’s gone?
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| You’ve become but lost
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| Step out, outrage you gather
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| Out of control, pray forever
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| What you need is a noise
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| Dead
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| Don’t you know he’s dead?
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| All covered in red
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| Live
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| Don’t you know he’s alive?
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| And full of his mind, yeah
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| He left it all just to have a ball, never right
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| Was he right?
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| He left it all just to have it all
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| Was he right?
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| Was he right?
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| Whoo
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| Gone
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| Don’t you know he’s gone?
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| was wrong
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| Oh
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| He was addicted to madness
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| Some sort of sadness
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| When he was alive
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| Yeah
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| Oh yeah
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| Well, oh |