Up from the ashes, out of the flames
Keeps gettin' stronger, like a slow rollin' train
Watch it run, oh, why do the good die young?
Burnin' like a shootin' star, born with a broken heart
Off in the distance, callin' my name
I took me a ride on that slow rollin' train
It still runs, it seems that the good die young
Playin' on that sad guitar, born with a broken heart
Burnin' like a shootin' star, born with a broken heart
Seems it was over, before it begun
Killed by a bullet from a six-string gun
Bang a drum, oh, why do the good die young, young yea?
Ridin' in a long black car, born with a broken heart
Playin' on that sad guitar, born with a broken heart
Burnin' like a shootin' star, born with a broken heart, yea
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