| When we were young the future was so bright
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| The old neighborhood was so alive
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| And every kid on the whole damn street
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| Was gonna make it big and not be beat
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| Now the neighborhood's cracked and torn
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| The kids are grown up but their lives are worn
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| How can one little street
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| Swallow so many lives?
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| Chances thrown
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| Nothing's free
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| Longing for what used to be
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| Still it's hard
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| Hard to see
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| Fragile lives, shattered dreams
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| Go!
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| Jamie had a chance, well she really did
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| Instead she dropped out and had a couple of kids
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| Mark still lives at home 'cause he's got no job
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| He just plays guitar and smokes a lot of pot
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| Jay committed suicide
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| Brandon OD'd and died
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| What the hell is going on
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| The cruelest dream, reality
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| Chances thrown
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| Nothing's free
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| Longing for what used to be
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| Still it's hard
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| Hard to see
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| Fragile lives, shattered dreams
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| Go!
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| Chances thrown
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| Nothing's free
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| Longing for what used to be
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| Still it's hard
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| Hard to see
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| Fragile lives, shattered dreams |