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It seems that everyone around this town-Has had their lives blown apart and forced into the ground-Still holding, can't hold on-No hope for the future, the future's looking down-Because everybody has no will what's left for us to do?-Just wishing for another place, another choice to choose So don't ask me for the truth-None of my responses are your good news-So get up, stand up
