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The poets are thinking about kids better off.
Underneath bleachers choking the smirnoff.
Hard done by the cliques and the chicks they dont like.
No gas for the lighters, not a match left to strike.

And a strike 3 times is a week in the dark
With a cold book of letters, where bite's worse than bark.
Where the air's hard to breathe, but a breath's never broke
Where the thought never leaves, yet a word's never spoke.
Of a life thats worth living if ever lived at all

I thought to myself that if the day ever comes
That i'll fall to convention, yeah stick to my guns
Avoiding the plane wreck that never hits ground
Where surviviors are heroes and worldwide renowned.

But you never hear stories of kids on the news
Who fight against terror and end up abused
In their dreams by a fear thats deep down within
Cuz they have no direction or place to begin
In a life thats worth living if ever lived at all.

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Consider the boundries
Of a life never lived
No taste left of alcohol.
For only this can I fall.

One, two, three, four
A knockout punch at your door
Give up on us, But dont give in.
And Five, Six, Seven, Hate
Everything you cant create or break down, down.

The poets are thinking about kids better off.


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