| Here are the young men
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| A weight on their shoulders
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| Here are the young men
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| Well where have they been?
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| We knocked on doors of hell’s darker chambers
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| Pushed to the limits
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| We dragged ourselves in
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| Watched from the wings as the scenes were replaying
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| We saw ourselves now as we never had been
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| Portrayal of the traumas and degeneration
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| The sorrows we suffered and never were free
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| Where have they been?
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| Weary inside, now our heart’s lost forever
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| Can’t replace the fear or the thrill of the chase
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| These rituals showed up the door for our wanderings
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| Opened and shut, then slammed in our face
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| Where have they been? |