Now you go unseen, perfect you'll stay hidden
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And I can dream of things you'll never see
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Alli, please, if you are braver than the rest
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There's little left who could dispute your claim
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And when you'd finally gone
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He tells me you were dead all along
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He was wrong, he hadn't lived a day
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The way you lived your final days, a teenager in love with Christ and heroin
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Now you feel ashamed but he feels nothing of the kind
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He talks of things he wouldn't mind to try sometime
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But you've got little left to give
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His touch is not a thing you'll ever miss
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And when you'd finally gone
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He tells me you were dead all along
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He was wrong, he hadn't lived a day
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The way you lived your final days, a teenager in love with Christ and heroin
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A teenager in love with Christ and heroin
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And if you made a stand
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I would stand with you 'til the end
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But you don't need a friend when you're a
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Teenager in love with Christ and heroin
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A teenager in love with Christ and heroin
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A Teenager In Love
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| The Pains Of Being Pure At Heart |
