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To Die Alone
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Vince
Like a whisper Or an echo of a ghost That silence swept through our dim lit halls That day you left That day you took what can't be taken back Your life is such a tragic thing to waste From hellos and handshakes in the hall You were always there I was always afraid I'm sorry I wasn't there And I'm sorry for the things they must have said I hope it haunts them 'til the end
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