| I heard that you were dead, dead before you hit the ground
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| I heard that you were taken, and your body was never found
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| I heard that you were blistered by the sun’s burning rays
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| I know that some things wrong, you’ve not been round for days
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| I heard a vicious rumour that you’d gone and lost your head
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| Some said that your brain was sick, some said that it was dead
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| You’ve always been so fragile, brittle to the touch
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| Though I never knew you, I miss you oh so much
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| I heard that you were dead, dead before you hit the floor
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| It came as no surprise to me, you’ve done this kind of thing before
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| It was over in a moment, you passed without a sound
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| I know that you were shackled, but now you are unbound
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| I heard that you were dead, dead before you hit the ground, I never said goodbye
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| And now I’m left to think about why, why you left me on the line
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| I called you up but no reply
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| I heard that you were dead, dead before you hit the ground, I never said goodbye
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| And now I’m left to think about why, why I couldn’t let you know
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| I’ve never seen an angel fly so low, I never said goodbye
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| And now I’m left to think about why, why I couldn’t let you know
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| I’ve never seen an angel fly so low |