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When we were young our future was so bright (whoa, oh!)
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The old neighborhood was so alive (whoa, oh!)
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And every kid on the whole damn street (whoa, oh!)
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Was gonna make it big and not be beat
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Now the neighborhood's cracked and torn (whoa, oh!)
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The kids are grown up but their lives are worn (whoa, oh!)
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How can one little street
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Swallow so many lives?
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Chances thrown, nothing's free
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Longing for used to be
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Still it's hard, hard to see
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Fragile lives, shattered dreams
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(Whoa!)
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Jamie had a chance, well she really did (whoa, oh!)
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Instead she dropped out and had a couple of kids (whoa, oh!)
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Mark still lives at home 'cause he's got no job (whoa, oh!)
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He just plays guitar and smokes a lot of pot
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Jay committed suicide (whoa, oh!)
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Brandon OD'd and died (whoa, oh!)
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What the hell is going on?
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The cruelest dream, reality
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Chances thrown, nothing's free
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Longing for used to be
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Still it's hard, hard to see
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Fragile lives, shattered dreams
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Chances thrown, nothing's free
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Longing for used to be
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Still it's hard, hard to see
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Fragile lives, shattered dreams
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_____________________________
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Name The Kids Aren't Alright
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Artist The Offspring
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Album The Kids Aren't Allright
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