| Cry for me
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| Sing of our forgotten dreams
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| A ballad for the ones that we’ve forsaken long ago
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| Limousines, sunny skies, and diamond rings
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| Don’t you know the siren sings for us and all we know?
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| I feel it on the corner of my sight
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| I wanted you back here late at night
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| I feel your apparition at my side
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| Don’t tell me it’s over 'til the light
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| The youth is wasted on the young
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| And wisdom’s wasted on the old
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| Darling, don’t you know it’s true?
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| Ho-o-o-o-ooo
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| So, fly with me
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| Heaven is the place to be
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| 'cause love is falling fast asleep for those who dream alone
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| Insanity is just a kind of vanity
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| The pride is at the heart of everything we’re thought to know
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| But, I feel it on the corner of my sight
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| I wanted you back here late at night
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| I feel your apparition at my side
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| Don’t tell me it’s over 'til the light
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| Oh, the youth is wasted on the young
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| And wisdom’s wasted on the old, uh-ooh
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| Don’t you know it’s true?
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| Ho-o-o-o-ooo
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| Sunny skies and diamond rings
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| Aaaaaaah
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| The touches of celebrity
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| Oooooooh
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| To be the one to hold you while you’re new — ooooh
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| Oooooooh
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| Oooh aaaah
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| Oo-o-o-o-ooo
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| Oh, the youth is wasted on the young
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| Say it again
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| And wisdom’s wasted on the old
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| Don’t you know it’s true?
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| Ho-o-o-o-ooo
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| I feel it on the corner of my sight
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| I wanted you back here late at night
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| To feel your apparition at my side
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| And tell me it’s over, just close your eyes
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| Oh, the youth is wasted on the young
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| And wisdom’s wasted on the old, woo-oo
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| Don’t you know it’s true?
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| Ho-o-o-o-ooo
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| Don’t cry for me
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| Just sing of our forgotten dreams
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| A ballad for the ones that we’ve forsaken long ago
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| Ooh
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| Oh |