Tragedies describe living in this town
Growing up without a trace of childhood
From one to ten to ten to thirty
Your life is ending, one minute at a time
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Minutes pass, feels like hours
Eyelids heavy, I can't move
Drunk with power, I'm powerless
Dead to a world that never cared
Frequencies never quite on the dial
Represent a generation without cause
From neglect to abuse to total conflict
Your life is ending one breath at a time
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It's easy to walk away but today made the difference
It's easy to walk away but today made the difference
It's easy to walk away, but I won't. And I didn't.
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