The date was set, this night was saved
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(the music played)
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For holy vows to be unmade
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Silent bouquets fell to the floor
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(with no remorse)
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Forsaking what they're living for
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Your passion cut so deep, it bled
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But now, the songwriter is dead
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Now here's to the way, here's to the truth
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Here's to the life that you once knew before your passion died inside of you
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Now here's to the song that you once played
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Before all meaning died and all the words faded away
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We are composers who have fallen
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We are the poets who've died young
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We are directors who've forgotten
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We are life's writers and all our hope is gone
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How far will we fall?
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Our passion dies, here tonight.
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We've forsaken our first love...
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Look how far we've fallen from!
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The Songwriter
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| Staple |
