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Great expectations
Versus shame of a nation
Thousands into millions
Then millions into dust
You could have had stature
But you’re just somebody's kid
And it’s you, they chose you
You get so tired
It gets so weird
You’re lining up bridges
You’re burning up soil
I asked for brothers
They showed me a wall
And where are the grown ups?
Where are these fuckers when you need them?
And it’s you, they chose you