I held greatness so long ago.
Then greatness escaped me.
Was I sixteen or 32?
Or was I just holding you?
Was I sixteen or 32?
Or was I just holding you?
You were such a sudden beautiful,
And I just a lonely fool.
Thinking of ownership,
Singing with the band on a sinking ship.
You gave me a hint of splendor.
As pretty as a song
Sung by Angels
At a funeral.
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