There they are
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Alive, on the move, pretty young,
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Still unproven though they love
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Restless young zeroes in a haze
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Of reckless blind faith taking their
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Own sweet time to write and rhyme
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Their ending
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Are you happy when we're down
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Hey I was gonna ask you that
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Just now and yes I am,
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Yes, I can dig true meaning from
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Your believing and feel alright
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They'll drift and flow
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And take their chances
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All white humming flesh and bone
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In souls they don't own
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How can they not know it ain't
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Good being old with nothing
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Left to show
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But they have each other
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There might be a goodbye him to her
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When time becomes their leveller...and it will
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Ecstatic young searchers who've come
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To love just what they are
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And what they may become...or whatever
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The magic in chaotic scenes
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In the sun and the music in
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The whine and stink, the uneven
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Sounds of summer
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Fabulous bad memories, but there's
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Something alright about having these together
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Too young lives of sleep,
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Of violence and love alive
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In astral days soon lost
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In the rush
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If there's a better way
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It's alright...they're okay
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They're not afraid they'll fade away
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Another wasted unfortunate end
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Another violent sky overhead
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Another sundown burning red
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And it's going down hard...like them
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Sense Of Henry
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| I Mother Earth |
