| I select through my alarm
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| There’s something wrong with it
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| I look down my skin, my sheet’s soaked wet
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| I had the wildest dream
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| Was non to subtle
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| About a world on fire and a youth in trouble
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| Up out all night, in bright lit wonderland
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| Communicate online with, I don’t understand it
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| With the music taste abominable
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| Man I’m worried sick for a youth in trouble
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| Inside all day it’s buried in the screen
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| Seen pictures that I pray I never had to see
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| Like the make me so uncomfortable
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| God I’m terrified of youth in trouble
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| Go hide, run for your lives
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| The world’s on fire because of the youth in trouble
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| Run, hide, fight for your life
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| The kid’s alright,
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| It’s just youth in trouble
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| Go hide, close my eyes
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| Televise the youth in trouble
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| Oh my, to lie or not while you see H kids
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| It’s all I really wanna do |