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We are the youth
Sick of war
Sick of power
and disinformation
Sick of being lied to
We’re landing on our feet
And running as fast as we can
Not waiting for
Every bitter old man to die
Every wolf to feed on its prey
Because we’re the kids fighting without weapons
And using our minds
I woke up today with a million thoughts in my head
About what this place will make of me
Still stuck in this personal hell
I’ve made for myself
But now I see I’m not alone
I can’t do this on my own
So many thoughts in my head
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