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This distance will take time |
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And we are tired of dreaming awake |
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No place for us to shine |
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No one these days could now take |
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Will we learn from what tomorrow will be |
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Heal this ****ing world from it's brutality |
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Frustration thrills every night |
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But what sense would it make to give up our fight... |
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Forever |
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Tired of tries |
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Sick of waking up with tears in my eyes |
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Never |
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I will not follow |
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I won't wake up because I am fearing tomorrow |
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Lost in a static motion |
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And elevating the abhorrent pretence |
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The guarantor for social erosion |
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Has become the most ghastly and massive offence |
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Heartless seem the days |
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Pretending to be something new |
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The bitter need for sensation |
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Has objected the fears of my whole generation... |
