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We die young
He sat amongst
The empty
Beer bottles
Burnt cigarette's
An unpleasing
Aroma
Lost in the darkness
While the children
Danced in the neon lights
The rhythm
Of our generation
The anthem
We all die young
So fuck it
Enjoy the moment
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