| We chase the rising sun
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| Before we learn to run
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| We are, we are the young, oh yeah
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| The cigarettes of hopeful dreamers
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| Are burning out the air we breathe
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| Like nicotine for our beliefs
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| That we live, we live for something more
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| But the truth is on the ground
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| You better settle down
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| To see what’s right
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| So I’ve come to figure out
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| That years are not the mountains we all fear to climb
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| And watching the days go by
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| Is like counting train cars at a railroad light
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| And life’s not made by the nights
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| That pass while we’re waiting for change to arrive
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| But it’s never too late to wake up and break yourself free
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| Fall down just to make yourself bleed
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| Sing loud till your lungs give out
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| ‘Cause we are, we are, we are, we are the young
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| Sometimes the path we run
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| Leads us right through the midday sun
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| We’re blistered and broken, twisted but hoping
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| We just might survive it
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| So take the pain but don’t let it break you
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| Let it carry you away and shake your soul
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| Like an earthquake inside your mind
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| And watching the days go by
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| Is like counting train cars at a railroad light
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| And life’s not made by the nights
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| That pass while we’re waiting for change to arrive
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| But it’s never too late to wake up and break yourself free
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| Fall down just to make yourself bleed
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| Sing loud till your lungs give out
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| ‘Cause we are, we are, we are, we are the young
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| And watching the days go by
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| Is like counting train cars at a railroad light
|
| And life’s not made by the nights
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| That pass while we’re waiting for change to arrive
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| But it’s never too late to wake up and break yourself free
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| Fall down just to make yourself bleed
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| Sing loud till your lungs give out
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| ‘Cause we are, we are, we are, we are the young
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| You’re just sitting at a greenlight |