| Tell me do you remember
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| The games and the laughter?
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| Far from the choices we’d have to make
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| A kiss on the lips
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| Turned the toad to a prince
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| And the end was a lifetime away
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| I pour myself onto this page
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| I am writing a swan song for ages
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| I will leave it behind
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| And just maybe you will
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| Remember me…
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| It’s the end of an innocent era
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| The beauty we know will be lost
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| We are building a bridge
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| Between heaven and hell
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| To return again
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| And why must a hero die young
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| Not to be gone and forgotten
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| So I pray for the broken
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| This is not the end of innocence
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| Now it’s me and my knife
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| And my will is my temple
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| Numb from the choices I have to make
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| Slowly we all took a bite of the apple
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| And laughter’s a lifetime away
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| Remember me…
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| I pour myself onto this page
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| I am writing a swan song for ages
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| I will leave it behind
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| And just maybe you will
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| Remember me…
|
| It’s the end of an innocent era
|
| The beauty we know will be lost
|
| We are building a bridge
|
| Between heaven and hell
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| To return again
|
| And why must a hero die young
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| Not to be gone and forgotten
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| So I pray for the broken
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| This is not the end of innocence
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| Of innocence…
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| Where do we go from here???
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| It’s the end of an innocent era
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| The beauty we know will be lost
|
| We are building a bridge
|
| Between heaven and hell
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| To return again
|
| And why must a hero die young
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| Not to be gone and forgotten
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| So I pray for the broken
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| This is not the end of innocence |