| A serenade is through, and all the fireworks, fade away.
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| A gathering is gone, so, no more holiday.
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| On the run (run), till we’re done (done), away again.
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| Nothing left (left), out of breath (breath), we waste again.
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| It doesn’t really matter. |
| No, it doesn’t anyway.
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| I held on…
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| To long…
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| I just can’t break through…
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| I free you. |
| (Oh…)
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| I free you…
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| Your sadder days are best, to remember, none of this.
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| Nobody comes around, to remind me, of what I miss.
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| Written down (down), on the ground (ground), away again.
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| Something wrong (wrong), now it’s gone (gone), to waste again.
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| It doesn’t really matter. |
| No, it doesn’t anyway.
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| I held on…
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| To long…
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| I just can’t break through…
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| I free you. |
| (Oh…)
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| I free you…
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| I free you. |
| (Oh…)
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| I free you…
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| I hear it. |
| I hear it. |
| I hear it.
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| A frozen on the tracks, before the train. |
| I hear it.
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| The bullet size, before the pain. |
| I hear it.
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| Waiting for the flash, up in the sky. |
| I hear it.
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| I take the fall into the light.
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| I held on…
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| To long…
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| I free you. |
| (Oh…)
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| I free you…
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| I free you. |
| (Oh…)
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| I free you…
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| (Oh… Oh… Oh…) |