| Youth screams and fades
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| From the back of a child’s eye
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| Millennial wise guy
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| These days are stealing away
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| Find similar minds
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| Coupled with fights
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| Oh, mechanic, cut the brakes
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| And you will become
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| Part of a role
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| Imperfectly balanced
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| But perfectly whole
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| And you will hate art
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| And say it’s a drag
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| Oh, you will love routine
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| Oh, you are going mad
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| You can’t diagnose what works
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| But know that it does, it does, it does
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| You’ll never know when to let go
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| Of the buzz, the buzz, the buzz
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| The older you get
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| The less that you love
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| The word becomes a question
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| It becomes a bluff
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| You’ll play these old rock songs to death
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| You’ll be cast aside
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| But you’ll be more adept
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| At cutting through these cable ties
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| Deep in my wrists
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| My hands, behind
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| We won’t go quiet
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| Or come gracefully
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| It’s been a long time coming
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| Ain’t it funny to see?
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| Youth screams and fades
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| Decays over time
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| There’s nothing left but you in my mind
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| Scratch away the photo on your I.D. |
| page
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| This is not who you know
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| This is but a strange limbo place
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| That you frequent
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| This is not supposed to make sense
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| (This is really not supposed to make sense)
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| This limbo place that you frequent
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| (I think it’s important to mention at the end of this chapter)
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| This is not supposed to make sense
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| (This is not a hindsight, this is not a mirror at 1am)
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| This limbo place that you frequent
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| (This is not a soliloquy from a back room play!)
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| This is not supposed to make sense
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| (This is not a bench on a public walkway!)
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| This limbo place that you frequent
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| (This is not a defining moment!)
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| This is not supposed to make sense
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| (This is-)
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| We won’t go quiet
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| Or come gracefully
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| It’s been a long time coming
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| Ain’t it funny to see?
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| Youth screams and fades
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| Decays over time
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| There’s nothing left but you in my mind…
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| So here we stand
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| 7.4 billion people
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| Staring into the face of beautiful adversity!
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| A flashbang in defiance of mortality
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| A rebellion
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| A surrender
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| Connected by wires, but never more apart!
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| The golden age of not even trying
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| Your last words, but your first breath
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| You won’t find your saviour on radio
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| But maybe, it’ll somehow make sense
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| In a universe of infinite moments
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| You will never feel this way again!
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| Promise it
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| Scream for it!
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| Here’s a toast to everyone we’ve met
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| Every person
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| Every connection
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| Every conversation!
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| Every moment with your doubts in the night
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| Every hand held
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| Every kiss shared
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| Every teenage romance
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| Every drunk phone call
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| Every mistake made
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| Every fight lost
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| Every hello!
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| Every goodbye!
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| Every cut!
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| Every drug!
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| Every touch!
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| Every fuck!
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| And now, at the end…
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| (Fade to black)
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| (Cue title)
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| (Youth screams, and fades…) |