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A cold Autumn night

He walks alone

Passed by just like yesterday’s news

He pulls his hood tight

His thoughts itch and sting Like a fresh tattoo

It seems unreal

Another life

A dream half-remembered, now gone

And sadness he feels

The record needle skips

To the end of the song

The price of fame, a game

Where everybody knows your name

And the whole world for the taking

No more

TORN – Those golden dreams are far away

NOW GONE – Colours fade and turn to grey

Tomorrow wakes to face our fallen idols

Flying so high

Head in the clouds

Upwards, shoot for the moon

Burning so bright

Some stars live

And they die far too soon

TORN – Those golden dreams are far away

NOW GONE – Colours fade and turn to grey

Tomorrow wakes to face our fallen idols

STAND TALL – Rising stars of yesterday

AND FALL – Riding high, the final wave

The lanyard cord breaks for fallen idols

How do we live again

When the dream comes to an end

Climb to our feet and then

We rise again