Tragedies describe living in this town
growing up without a trace of childhood
from one to ten to ten to thirty
your life is ending, one minute at a time
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minutes pass, feels like hours
eyelids heavy, i can't move
drunk with power, i'm powerless
dead to a world that never cared
Frequencies never quite on the dial
represent a generation without cause
from neglect to abuse to total conflict
your life is ending one breath at a time
Chorus
It's easy to walk away but today made the difference
it's easy to walk away but today made the difference
it's easy to walk away, but i won't. and i didn't.
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