| I lived a life of illusion and you had your kicks
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| So what, there’s nothing left to do And you and your obsessions and your crucifix
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| As if what I thought mattered much to you
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| And you were always my friend from Childhood’s End
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| It was forever and ever
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| Did you understand
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| It’s Childhood’s End
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| But never, the dream is over
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| Sunday morning in the New York Times
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| I read you died last night
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| It said you were smilin’when you blew your mind
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| And the note you left behind said:
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| You were always my friend from Childhood’s End
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| Seems like forever and ever
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| Yeah, you won’t have to have to pretend
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| It’s near the end
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| You won’t ever be a rock and roller
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| Yeah, you were always my friend from Childhood’s End
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| But never, the dream is over
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| You were just like me I was just like you
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| For eternity I’ll think of you
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| (Repeat choruses, overlapping, fade out)
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| You’ve got something about you,
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| You’ve got something I need…) |