This is the story of a young and sad boy
Lost in his life, left on his own
Never built anything
Always whine for something
Rust in time, needing more than dusting
But something
Lives in him
Grows in him
Burns in him
Survival candle, little light
Four letters in his head calls him to fight
So rise and rise and rise and rise again
Just rise and rise and rise and rise again
So rise and rise and rise and rise again
Just rise and rise and rise and rise again
Little girl
Not pretty enough to love herself
Not poor enough to complain
Middle class, middle dreams, basic process
The tragedy brings on the pain
But something
Lives in her
Grows in her
Burns in her
Survival candle, little light
Four letters in her head calls her to fight
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Just rise and rise and rise and rise again
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This is the story of a lost generation
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Seeking the light through the night
No more questions, it's time to fight
So rise and rise and rise and rise again
Just rise and rise and rise and rise again
So rise and rise and rise and rise again
Just rise and rise and rise and rise again
