No-One but You (Only the Good Die Young)

And now the party must be over, I guess we'll never understand
The sense of your leaving, was it the way it was planned?
So we grace another table, and raise our glasses one more time
There's a face at the window
And I ain't never, never saying goodbye

One by one
Only the good die young
They're only flying too close to the sun
Crying for nothing
Crying for no-one
No-one but you

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