I wish somebody would have told me babe All the love you won't forget And all these reckless nights you won't regret Those good old days Some day, these will be the good old days Someday soon, your whole life's gonna change You'll miss the magic of these

Those who run will be burned Behold our beloved revels In tragedy (in tragedy) Self-denying abhorrence for bloodshed Behold hypocrite Devoutly wished for blinded eyes This tragedy's like light to the flies This seems to suit you better Bleeding out the

The real relation The underlying theme Living in the limelight The universal dream For those who wish to seem Those who wish to be Must put aside the alienation Get on with the fascination Living on a lighted stage