When life is a horror....Don't look like a ghost!
Fly_ GenerationWe stand tall, we stand proud, we are the __ly_ generationWe think what we learn to think and dream with our eyes openWe keep our hearts on our sleeves for it to be brokenbut we can take it, we are the __ly_ generation.We question things when we need to understandIts important we know, how it works, where we standWhy all this pain and no explanation?we need answers, we are the __ly_ generation.We love to hate and hate to love, what have we become?Since when is that the norm? when did we succumb?The victims will be forgotten and culprits will change faceBut we will still be running, running to win the invisible race.So here__ to the untold stories and six degrees of separationwe can take it, after all_ we are the __ly_ generation.
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Fly_ GenerationWe stand tall, we stand proud, we are the __ly_ generationWe think what we learn to think and dream with our eyes openWe keep our hearts on our sleeves for it to be brokenbut we can take it, we are the __ly_ generation.We question things when we need to understandIts important we know, how it works, where we standWhy all this pain and no explanation?we need answers, we are the __ly_ generation.We love to hate and hate to love, what have we become?Since when is that the norm? when did we succumb?The victims will be forgotten and culprits will change faceBut we will still be running, running to win the invisible race.So here__ to the untold stories and six degrees of separationwe can take it, after all_ we are the __ly_ generation.
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