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Up from the ashes, out of the flames
Keeps getting’ 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