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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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Longin' 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, yo |
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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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(Whao) |
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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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Longin' 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, yo |
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Chances thrown |
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Nothing's free |
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Longin' 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 |
