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I was 14, going on 15, the story of a boy, too big for this world. my eyes are open, they're wide open, but peace does not return, it's just broken. who will pay the forfeit now my dear? who will learn the lessons here? i was 18, going on 19 the story of a boy too old for this world. ashes to ashes, they're just ashes, and to dust we shall return. strike the matches. strike the matches! who will pay the forfeit now my dear? who will learn the lessons here? you're gone you're gone life just goes on if this is the end, let's walk away and start again From Letras Mania