Remember all the things we wantedNow all our memories they're hauntedWe were always meant to say goodbyeEven with our fists held highIt never would've worked out rightWe were never meant for do or dieI didn't want us to burn outI didn't come here to hold you, now I can't stopI want you to know that it doesn't matterWhere we take this road someone's gotta goAnd I want you to know you couldn't have
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