| Here they come
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| Here they come
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| Here they come, yeah
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| Some are waling, some are riding
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| Here they come, yeah
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| And some are flying, some just gliding
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| Released after years of being kept in hiding
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| They’re climbing up the ladder rung by rung
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| Enter the young, yeah
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| Yeah, they’ve learned how to think
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| Enter the young, yeah
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| More than you think they think
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| Not only learned to think, but to care
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| Not only learned to think, but to dare
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| Enter the young
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| Yeah, here they come
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| some with questions, some decisions
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| Here they come
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| And some with facts and some with visions
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| Of a place to multiply without the use of divisions
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| To win a prize that no one’s ever won
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| Here they come, yeah
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| Some are laughing, some are crying
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| Here they come
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| And some are doing, some are trying
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| Some are selling, some are buying
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| Some are living, some are dying
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| But demanding recognition one by one |