If i died tomorrow
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would this song live on forever?
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here is my
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unopened letter to a world
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that never shall reply
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if i died tomorrow
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would this song live on forever?
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here is my
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unopened letter to a world
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that never shall reply
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never shall reply
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from this second story window
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i can hear the church bells calling out my name
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this table is set for one
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even angels would be homesick
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in this forsaken town
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on random notes of parchment
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i'm scrawling my existence
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dressed in white
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this candle radiates throughout the night
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and it's never burning out
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never burning out
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from this second story window
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i can hear the children down on main street
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they're singing their songs tonight
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in the shadows i will listen to their every movement
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Mr. Higginson am i not good enough for the world?
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am i destined only to die
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the same way that i lived,
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in seclusion?
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but high up on this mountain
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i can almost see your lonely window sill
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they'll carry you off tonight
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there's a ghost in your old bedroom
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and a candle burning bright
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if i die tomorrow
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will this song live on forever?
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Unopened Letter To The World
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| The Ataris |
