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, it was callin' my name So I took me a ride, on that slow rollin' train It still runs But 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 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
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