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
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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
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