| I’m gonna say what you said
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| I’m gonna do what you did
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| I won’t remember you died
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| I will remember you lived
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| You said, «Don't you stand by my grave
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| No, don’t you stand there and cry»
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| I’m the trees, I’m the birds
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| I’m the soft stars that shine at night
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| 'Cause I’m not there, I did not die
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| No, I’m not there, I did not die
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| This year we lost more than we can count
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| The ashes we laid in the ground
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| Oh, this was the year of the young
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| This year we look up towards the sun
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| And wonder where everyone’s gon
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| Oh, this was the year of the young
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| I’m gonna stand by your words
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| I’m gonna learn to forgive
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| You said you’d rather go young
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| Than to be dead when you lived
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| You said, «I know you’re old in your soul
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| But always run like a kid»
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| I’m the rain, I’m the grass
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| I’m the soft blowing summer winds
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| 'Cause I’m not there, I did not die
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| No, I’m not there, I did not die
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| This year we lost more than we can count
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| The ashes we laid in the ground
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| Oh, this was the year of the young
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| This year we look up towards the sun
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| And wonder where everyone’s gone
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| Oh, this was the year of the young |