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Some of them come now |
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Some of the running |
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Some of them looking for fun |
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Some of them looking for away out of confusion |
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Some of them don't know where to be |
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Some of them don't know where to go |
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Some of them trust their instincts |
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That somethings missing from the show |
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Some don't fit society |
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Their insides are crying low |
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Some of them teachers squashed the flame |
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'fore it had a chance to grow |
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Some of them embers still glow |
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Them charcoal hushed and low |
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Some of them come with hunger supressed |
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Not fed them feel the death blow, yo |
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(CHORUS:) |
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Young man control in your hand |
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Slam your fist on the table |
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And make your demand |
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Take a stand |
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Fan a fire for the flame of the youth |
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Got the freedom to choose |
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You better make the right move |
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Young man, the power's in your hand |
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Slam your fist on the table and make your demand |
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You better make the right move |
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"youth is the engine of the world" |
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Storm the halls of vanity |
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Focus your energy |
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Into a laser beam |
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Streaming shattered light |
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Unites to pierce between the seams |
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And it seems |
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The world open peering |
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The children see |
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Rapid fire for your mind |
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Half a truth is just a lie |
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They rub me the wrong way |
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They say their way or fall behind |
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Seventeen disconnect left out |
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The concept as to why |
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There's a spiritual emptiness |
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So the youth them get vexed |
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Skip class and get wrecked |
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Feel with beer and cigarettes |
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To fill the hole in their chest! |
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(CHORUS) |