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Can't you taste the bitterness |
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Flowing from their fingertips? |
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Each word a poisoned dart |
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Sent for a beating, hopeful heart |
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They're the last of a dying breed |
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No love, no mouth to feed |
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No lasting legacy |
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When it's over, it's over |
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So go on, go on till the feeling's strong |
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Go on, go on till the feeling's strong |
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Can't you see their frozen smile |
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Passing by on eternal style |
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Shouting words that they can't pronounce |
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In the wake of burning ground |
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They're the ones who will call you king |
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And hold the crown till you kiss the ring |
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Hope, faith and all it brings |
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When it's over, it's over |
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So go on, go on till the feeling's strong |
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Go on, go on till the feeling's strong |
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'Cause we'll still be when they are gone |
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So go on, go on till the feeling's strong |
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Go on, go on till the feeling's strong |
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Go on, go on till the feeling's strong |
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Go on, go on till the feeling's strong |
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'Cause we'll still be when they are gone |