| Friend of mine, 25 old
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| You left the world, confused and alone
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| Your heart’s still here, you left with us
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| You wanted it back
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| So the fight would arise
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| My talented one, fingers of gold
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| Sympathies arise, cry no more
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| My talented one, fingers of gold
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| Sympathies arise, cry no more
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| Gone from us while we live, (we see you)
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| For you’ll never see the light
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| We had to give (this won’t fade)
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| The world won’t be the same
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| Without you here (we feel you)
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| For you’ll never see the light
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| We had prepared
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| Friend of mine, 25 old
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| You left the world, confused and alone
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| Your heart’s still here, you left with us
|
| You wanted it back
|
| So the fight would arise
|
| My talented one, fingers of gold
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| Sympathies arise, cry no more
|
| My talented one, fingers of gold
|
| Sympathies arise, cry no more
|
| Gone from us while we live, (we see you)
|
| For you’ll never see the light
|
| We had to give (this won’t fade)
|
| The world won’t be the same
|
| Without you here (we feel you)
|
| For you’ll never see the light
|
| We had prepared
|
| Gone from us while we live, (we see you)
|
| For you’ll never see the light
|
| We had to give (this won’t fade)
|
| The world won’t be the same
|
| Without you here (we feel you)
|
| For you’ll never see the light
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| We had prepared |