| I’m thinkin' 'bout those kids
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| I’m thinkin' 'bout those kids back in '99
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| The gas leakin' in the creek
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| A firecracker, then a spark
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| In a moment they were
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| Gone, gone
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| Gone, gone
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| Our house shaken by the blast
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| Black smoke billowing off the landscape
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| Sirens crying through the streets
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| With choppers hovering like vultures above a meal
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| Gone, gone
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| Gone, gone
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| Gone, gone
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| Gone, gone
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| In the waters where we used to swim
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| Where we thought we would be young forever
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| The beads that glistened on your sunburnt skin
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| Evaporated in the flames and embers
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| I’m thinkin' 'bout those kids
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| I’m thinkin' 'bout those kids back in '99
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| And wonder who they would’ve been
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| For not a spark and a flash
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| And the moment they were
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| Gone, gone
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| Gone, gone
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| Gone, gone
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| Gone, gone
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| Gone, gone
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| Gone, gone |