Youth
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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 got to 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
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Youth
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Matisyahu |