So when all the memories are fading to grey,
let all the dreams pass by,
turn and never look back again,
if the room is gettin´ cold,
let old Ghosts diseaper.
Even if the tears still falling down,
even if it tasted good,
now it will tear us apart,
an end is coming to it all,
we were born to fall apart.
May tomorrow never come again.
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