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When, when we were young, we had no history |
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So nothing to lose meant we could choose |
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Choose what we wanted then |
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Without any fear or thought of revenge |
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But then you grew old and I lost my ambition |
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So I gained an addiction to drink and depression |
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(They are mine, my only true friends |
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And I'll keep them with me until the very end) |
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I'd choose not to remember, but I miss your arrogance |
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And I need your intelligence and your hate for authority |
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But now you're gone, I read it today |
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They found you in Spain, face down in the street |
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With a bottle in your hand and a wild smile on your face |
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And a knife in your back |
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You died in a foreign land and they found my letter |
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Rolled up in your pocket |
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Where I said I'd kill myself if she left me again |
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So now she's gone and you're both in my mind |
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I've got one thing to say before I am drunk again |
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Goddamn the sun |
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Goddamn the sun |
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Goddamn anyone that says a kind word |
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Goddamn the sun |
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Goddamn the sun |
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Goddamn the light |
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It shines and this world it shows |
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Goddamn the sun |
