| Here is my story-
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| A little sad of soul, a little weary
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| Maybe I am that
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| Will nobody love me?
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| Is an empty heart and a conscience all I have?
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| If i die tonight, if I give up the fight
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| Will you do something for me?
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| Tell them my story, tell them well
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| Tell them everything you know
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| I was born in the springtime
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| Born of love and cradled in a misfit history
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| Of blind faith and pantomime
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| Oh, I know what I am but I don’t see
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| So if I die tonight, if I give up the fight
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| Will you do something for me?
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| Tell them my story
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| Tell them everything, everything you know
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| Won’t you tell them
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| Won’t you tell them
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| Won’t you tell them
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| My story
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| So if I die tonight, if I give up the fight
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| Won’t you do something for me?
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| If I die tonight
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| Won’t you do something for me?
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| Tell them my story, tell them well
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| Tell them everything you know
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| Tell them, my story
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| Won’t you tell them
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| Won’t you tell them
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| Tell them
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| Tell them everything about me
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| About me when I’m gone
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| When we’re dead and gone
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| What will still be here?
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| What will carry on?
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| When we’re dead and gone
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| When there’s nothing left
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| What will still be here? |