| Come on young reckless
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| And won’t you show me your patience
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| Or have you been so mistreated
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| That all you can think of
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| Is pulling the wings off
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| Of the already flightless
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| And that the heart in your chest
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| It is as useless as statements
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| That you had made in your youth
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| To assure all the lonely
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| That nothing is certain
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| And that all si illusion
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| Or is it so set in stone
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| Is it carved in your coffin
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| «won't you forget this name
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| He was born as an orphan
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| And he gave nothing back to this
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| Though he took nothing from it
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| This world that he watched
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| And passed his judgement upon it.»
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| Sleep tight my young millionaire
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| Sleep tight my young millionaire
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| Sleep tight my young millionaire
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| Sleep tight my millionaire
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| Come on young heartless
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| Won’t you show me your hatred
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| If that is all you can give
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| Then that is all that I’ll take
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| And I will climb to the top
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| Of this terrible canyon
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| And I’ll discard them like ashes
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| Upon the whole wolrd
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| And you will find in yourself
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| Something that is forever absent
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| And you will watch it dissolve
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| Just as quick as you found it
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| And you will watch it dissolve
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| Just as quick as you found it
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| And you will watch it dissolve
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| Just as quick as you found it |