You perform your concert
Wearing the band's tee-shirt
As we watch you dance
Every one admires the perfarmance
We screem, shout, & cheer
Then I shead a tear
For your memory
Is dear to my family
As the curtians close
My alarm goes
When my eyes open
I realize where your goin'
I understand your gone
I'll remember your song
We all miss you so
I wish you didn't go
But I still know
Where you won't go
You won't go to Hell
Your spirit is too well
You are too pure
You are Evil's cure
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