At age 41, the king was dead
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it wasn't the beginning or the end
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shouting for his freedom
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he was silenced again
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maybe for the last time
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the government
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just couldn't stand
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to see their morals questioned
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another example of non freedom of speech
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"he needs to be silenced"
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in 1962 he plead guilty
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to the lies of the state
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after years of urging rebellion
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he moved out west
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a peaceful existance?
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I don't think so
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retreated, lost and beaten
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he sunk into depression
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losing battles to bottles
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no money for bills
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and no will to live
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new years 1965 is when he collapsed
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and the bottle toook his life
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at age 43 he died alone and broke
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with nothing but his family
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a physical existance can be erased
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but true legends never die
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and where were his friends
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when the end took him away?
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no where to be found he gave it
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a name and direction "rock and roll"
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end: I hope its true that when we die
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we can look back on what we have done
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Because I think Alan Freed would be glad to know
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that the rebellion still carries on
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whenever someone raises their middle finger
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and goes against the norm
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I hope he knows that he didn't die in vain
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its not goodbye, just goodnight
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This Is Not Goodbye, Just Goodnight
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| Kill Your Idols |
