Last Generation
We are the children,
The last generation.
You’d be surprised what we’ll do
Just to cause a sensation.
It’s hard to believe
This generation will last.
Life in this lane
Is moving much to fast.
We’re all growing older,
And moving away.
Our memories of youth
Are beginning to fray.
We’re all laughing,
But we’re much too loud.
And all our hopes and our dreams
Are getting lost in the crowd.
We’re calling out a name,
We’re not really sure who’s
We don’t care if we win,
But we’ll die if we lose.
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