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Three young men With guitars strapped to their chests Looking for a light in these dark days of unrest Old enough to make their own adult choices You can hear the sound of desperate youth in their voices Their path narrow and winding "Were lost" they all knew but none of them said Trying to keep each others hearts from freezing over "We're not alive.." but far from dead And as the gleam in their eyes fade They lose their grip turn their backs and walk away, yeah The time it took to bridge the gap between The stories spoken the lies untold Every day kids with a difference They mourn the rubble before the dust hits the floor RESTLESS There's no shelter embrace the storm TAKEN We're torn apart so try to hold on RESTLESS Fuck sleeping There'll be time for that when we die HOPELESS From Letras Mania