| The sun don’t set in Gettysville
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| The place that I call home
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| A thousand people walk these streets
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| But we’re still all alone
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| This city’s isolation
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| Like the drug that paves the roads
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| Take the subway uptown
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| To my mother’s place
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| She’s got a thousand friends
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| But all they know of her’s, her face
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| All alone inside her head
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| Her thoughts begin to race
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| Live it up
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| Live it up they say
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| Live it up
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| No time to waste your life away
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| Next door to me the ceiling leaks
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| The cracks stretch across the walls
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| Like skeletons of dreams deceased
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| Too brittle to evolve
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| He lies beneath his plastic sheets
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| Bitter and blind to all
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| Shadows beneath his sunken eyes
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| Now taint all that he sees
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| Like burned and blackened photographs
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| Life’s easier a dream
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| He settles for a cheap escape
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| Forgets all he believes
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| Live it up
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| Live it up they say
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| Live it up
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| Things havn’t always been this way
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| I watched my whole world crumble
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| As I dried my mother’s tears
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| And learned to never stumble
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| As I calmed my father’s fears
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| They say I’ve seen a lot
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| They say I’m wise beyond my years
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| Though my castle may have crumbled
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| I won’t face the world alone
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| The youth has seen the rubble
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| And we’re ready for the load
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| As the city burns
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| My generation’s shouting in the roads
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| Live it up
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| Live it up they say
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| Live it up
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| Things havn’t always been this way
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| Live it up
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| We better turn this boat around
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| If we keep on following the goals
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| Someday we are gonna run aground
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| Live it up
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| Live it up we say
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| Live it up
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| Because now its in our hands to make change |