| Dreams die hard, the good die young
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| Some are born to lose, some are born to run
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| Some drink whiskey and ease the pain
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| Then there’re those like me who love in vain
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| Some have faith in a promised land
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| Some hold eternity in the palms of their hands
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| Some take comfort when it rains
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| Then there’re those like me who love in vain
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| They say it’s better to have loved and lost
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| Than never to have loved at all
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| But to love somebody and die the whole night through
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| To love somebody that don’t love you
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| Some hearts break, some are made of stone
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| Some hurt for a while and then carry on
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| Some take time and walk through the pain
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| Then there’re those like me who love in vain
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| But to love somebody and die the whole night through
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| To love somebody that don’t love you
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| Dreams die hard, the good die young
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| Some are born to lose, some are born to run
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| Some drink whiskey and ease the pain
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| Then there’re those like me who love in vain
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| Some drink whiskey, ease the pain
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| Then there’re those like me who love in vain |