only the good die young

not good enough to die young

nor to be granted my release

i envy those the heavens chose

to roll in clouds of peace

no pardon from a game

i never really wanted to play

i fear ill reach a ripe old age

though Ive already wasted away

the song i sing remains the same

the repeated refrain:

a break from my face

rest from the race

though first the blessing of a new day

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