Youth
New Riding on paper planes, Unlit cigarettes They aim to burn the town. Young Long drives, Unknown miles Gasoline on fire, their souls. Rage A scream of victory, A haunting melody They cower in the face of death. Pain A ghost town, A frowning clown They dance around the bonfire. Misery How far you can go, Find the treasure you're looking for Their smile is a work of art.
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