youth

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Youth
Dont bring us down
Dont tell us our time has run out
Its only gust begun
Such young minds
Lost to this horid cause
Power power
Its what they crave
They bring us futher down
To raise there own successes
They through us away
And leave us six feet under
We are the recage left behinde
In the waste land of endustry
And war we stand and fight
Every day we fight on
Gust to face the world on
We are the youth of tomarow
And its our gob
To save this wastland
Savour our generations
Youth

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