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If I could sing a song to make it true you still exist

Well I would find a choir and a cathedral

Sing every hymn I know

To find a miracle

To turn the time and find a way to freeze it

The good die young

It was a hell of a ride

Was Heaven it was magic an illusion of light

And it was on our tongue like the edge of a knife

Was everything we had that we wanted so bad

Why do the good die young

Why do the good die young

Well I can’t sing a song to make it true you still exist

And trust me that’s a certain kind of sorrow

Cause everywhere I go

I see you and I don’t

Yeah we had a yesterday but no tomorrow

The good die young

It was a hell of a ride

Was Heaven it was magic an illusion of light

And it was on our tongue like the edge of a knife

Was everything we had that we wanted so bad

Why do the good die young

Why do the good die young

And if you’re out past the satellites

I’m looking up to the stars tonight

Do what I can just to stay alive

And it’s so hard not to look behind

I wish I could find you a way back home

And hear your voice through the telephone

It’s the little things that I missed the most

I’ll never know

Why the good die young

It was a hell of a ride

Was Heaven it was magic an illusion of light

And it was on our tongue like the edge of a knife

Was everything we had that we wanted so bad

Why do the good die young

Why do the good die young

Why do the good die young