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I hear you call me sometimes. But it's just an echo. Always an echo. Forever an echo. I'm haunted by millions of memories at the sight of your still body. Laughter ablaze in those cold, empty eyes. But it's just an echo. Always an echo. Forever an echo. I'm crying and crying; the tears blur my vision. Because you were the handsomer one. The cleverer one. And now you're gone. You're just an echo. Always an echo. Forever an echo. Oh, Fred, my brother, my partner in crime! The mischief we've managed, now it's all mine. I'm trying to smile, for Mum, for you. But my smile's an echo. Always an echo. Forever an echo. A hand on my back always feels like your's. A flash of red hair and I think you've come home. And sometimes I still hear your voice in my mind. But it's just an echo. Always an echo. Forever and echo. They say your "mischief was managed," but IT WASN'T YOUR TIME! And sometimes I stop in the middle of a sentence, waiting, forever waiting, for you to finish. But my words, they just echo back to me. And die out. Just like you. Just like you. Oh, Fred, my brother, my twin! Now I'm just an echo. Always an echo. Forever an echo of you.