[00:35.12]Another obituary in the paper today
[00:39.24]One more for the list of those who've already fallen
[00:43.47]Another one of our comrades is taken down
[00:47.85]Like so many others of our calling
[00:52.43]We tweet our anecdotes, our commentary
[00:56.47]Or we sing his songs in some sad tribute
[01:00.50]While the tabloids are holding a story of kiss and tell
[01:05.18]That he's no longer able to deny or refute
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[01:08.91]50, 000 voices rising every time he'd sing
[01:17.85]And every word he ever wrote reflecting back to him
[01:25.66]How well I remember the stadiums we played
[01:30.64]And the lights sweeping across a sea of 50, 000 souls we'd face
[01:35.42]A serious drug that you could never kick
[01:38.86]Or one that you couldn't imagine you'd ever replace
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[01:43.49]We flew like kites on the wings of amphetamine
[01:47.81]Secured only to a bass line and a snare drum beat
[01:52.70]But really what did any of it mean?
[01:55.54]When there's a higher philosophy in reflection and defeat
[02:00.17]50, 000 voices rising every time he'd sing
[02:08.43]And every word he ever wrote reflecting back to him
[02:16.60]Still believing that old lie, the one that your own face betrays
[02:26.00]Rock Stars don't ever die, they only fade away
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[02:51.79]Reflecting now on my own past
[02:56.12]Inside this prison I've made of myself
[03:00.41]I'm feeling a little better today
[03:04.19]Although the bathroom mirror is telling me something else
[03:08.82]These lines of stress, one bloodshot eye
[03:13.24]The unhealthy pallor of a troubled ghost
[03:17.77]Where did I put my spectacle case?
[03:21.22]I'm half blind and as deaf as any post
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[03:25.45]50, 000 hands are raised to a man that's just like you and me
[03:33.51]We create the gods we can and gift them immortality
[03:42.32]Still believing that old lie, the one that your own face betrays
[03:50.89]Rock Stars don't ever die, they only fade away