só os bons morrem cedo.

And now the party must be over. I guess we'll never understand the sense of your leaving... was in 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

só os bons morrem no auge dos seus 18 anos.
só os bons morrem cedo.