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Rejection from ourselves, will only lead to reflection in the peace and quiet |
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The sooner we quit trying to find the sound, the sooner we'll find ourselves instead. |
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Suffering the pains taken, dwelling in the pain of creation. |
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For the artist's mistakes, stare him in the face for years after, they are made. |
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To love music more than life itself, is such a waste, of life, and love, and hell. |
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Modern desires to create euphoric misery we make for ourselves. |
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For modern music is self-indulgent, we have always done it for ourselves. |
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For it is not a matter of life and death, but life only and itself. |
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To live is to light a torch and carry it as far as you can go, |
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Before the winds blow so hard, the flame goes out |
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As you fall crashing down, to the snow. |
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Knowing at least that when you fail, |
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Someone could relight that torch |
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And carry it the rest of the way, someday, |
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In honor of you and who you were to them |
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It's never too late to admit you were wrong. |
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It's never to late to admit what you need. ... |
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Beautiful to have come, beautiful to see, but also beautiful to leave. |
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To anyone who ever said: "You'll never work in this town again!"... |
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There is nothing more you can take from us now. |
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This is the end...'my friend'. |
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The dream is dead!!! (The dream is dead!) |
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The scene is dead!!! (The scene is dead!) |
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The dream is dead!!! (Long live the dream!) |
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The dream is dead! |
