God, tell us the reason
youth is wasted on the young
It's hunting season
and this lambs are on the run
Searching for meaning
But are we all lost stars,
trying to light up the dark?
Who are we?
Just a spec of dust within the galaxy
Woe is me if we're not careful
turns into reality
Don't you dare let all these memories
bring you sorrow
Yesterday I saw a lion kiss a deer
Turn the page maybe
we'll find a brand new ending
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