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How many times can we face tragedy? I'm running out of strength But they all turn to me to tow the line But now I realize that every triumph is short lived We're being haunted by too many ghosts Time to move on, slam the door closed How can things get any worse? I won't accept that it's a curse It was a legacy we thought would last Now we mourn the death of world class With an epitaph etched in stone Comes the realization I'm all alone The dream became a nightmare And one by one we were all sucked in Black cloud of death looms above me And i question again and again How many times can we face tragedy? I'm running out of strength But they all turn to me to tow the line But now I realize that every triumph is short lived From Letras Mania