| If I could sing a song to make it true you still exist
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| Well I would find a choir and a cathedral
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| Sing every hymn I know
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| To find a miracle
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| To turn the time, and find a way to freeze it
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| The good die young, it was a hell of a ride
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| It was heaven, it was magic, an illusion of light
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| It was on our tongue like an edge of a knife
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| It was everything we had that we wanted so bad
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| Why do the good die young?
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| Why do the good die young?
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| Well I can’t sing a song to make it true you still exist
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| And trust me that’s a certain kind of sorrow
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| Cause' everywhere I go, I see you and I don’t
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| Yeah we had a yesterday, but no tomorrow
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| The good die young, it was a hell of a ride
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| It was heaven, it was magic, an illusion of light
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| It was on our tongue like an edge of a knife
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| It was everything we had that we wanted so bad
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| Why do the good die young?
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| Why do the good die young?
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| And if you’re out past the satellites
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| I’m looking up to the stars tonight
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| Do what I can just to stay alive
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| And it’s so hard not to look behind, I
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| Wish I could find you a way back home and
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| Hear your voice through the telephone, it’s
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| The little things that I miss the most, no I’ll never know
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| Why the good die young, it was a hell of a ride
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| It was heaven, it was magic, an illusion of light
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| It was on our tongue like an edge of a knife
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| It was everything we had that we wanted so bad
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| Why do the good die young?
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| Why do the good die young?
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| Why do the good die young? |