We are the youth that pass the time
with bitter thoughts and awkward rhyme
singing songs that have no end,
ignorance is our only crime
with slowly moving, small, flat feet
we walk on down a crowded street
among our peers, we are alone
yet love the many friends we meet
with bitter thoughts and awkward rhyme
singing songs that have no end,
ignorance is our only crime
with slowly moving, small, flat feet
we walk on down a crowded street
among our peers, we are alone
yet love the many friends we meet
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