| Here are the young men, the weight on their shoulders
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| Here are the young men, well where have they been?
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| We knocked on the doors of Hell’s darker chamber
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| Pushed to the limit, we dragged ourselves in
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| Watched from the wings as the scenes were replaying
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| We saw ourselves now as we never had seen
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| Portrayal of the trauma and degeneration
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| The sorrows we suffered and never were free
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| Where have they been?
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| Where have they been?
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| Where have they been?
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| Where have they been?
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| Weary inside, now our heart’s lost forever
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| Can’t replace the fear, or the thrill of the chase
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| Each ritual showed up the door for our wanderings
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| Open then shut, then slammed in our face
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| Where have they been?
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| Where have they been?
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| Where have they been?
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| Where have they been? |