| I pick the paper up, God got another one
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| It makes me wonder if what I do is not enough, ooh
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| Lump in my throat, took the high road
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| Easy to be brave when the road’s already paved
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| Sometimes I only see what’s standin' right in front of me, no
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| Wanna believe in something bigger
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| Can’t always see the bigger picture
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| Can you tell me why the good die young?
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| Where do they go? |
| Why do they leave us
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| When there’s so much more to be done?
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| And do they know how much we need 'em?
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| Can you tell me why the good die young?
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| Oh-oh-ooh-oh
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| Can you tell me why the good die young?
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| Woah-oh-ooh-oh
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| A whole nation with heavy hearts in their chests
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| Nobody’s got the words, but we’re so afraid of the silence
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| Wanna believe in something bigger (oh noo)
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| Can’t always see the bigger picture
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| Can you tell me why the good die young?
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| Where do they go? |
| Why do they leave us
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| When there’s so much more to be done?
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| And do they know how much we need 'em?
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| Can you tell me why the good die young?
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| Oh-oh-ooh-oh
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| Can you tell me why the good die young?
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| Woah-oh-ooh-oh
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| People dying, I’m not crying for attention
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| I want change (I want change, I want change)
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| What does it take for us to wake up?
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| We gotta learn to love again (love again, love again)
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| If this is a lesson
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| Then I don’t think I get it
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| No, I don’t think I get it
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| Can you tell me why the good die young?
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| Where do they go? |
| Why do they leave us
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| When there’s so much more to be done?
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| And do they know, oh!
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| Can you tell me why the good die young?
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| Oh yeah
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| Can you tell me, can anybody tell me
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| Why the good die young? |
| Oh-oh-ooh-oh
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| Can you tell me why the good die young?
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| Woah-oh-ooh-oh
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| Why do the good, why do the good die young, oh yeah
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| Oh, there’s so much more
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| So much more work to be done
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| Oh, no no no no |