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We it all then,
Back men were men;
every page turned
Was lesson learned.

But has marched through
its steel-toed boots;
Kicked our dreams
us empty inside.

We it all then,
Back when men were
When every page
Was lesson learned.

But has tramped through
With its steel-toed
Kicked our to the curb;
our verbs.

Small traces of
Salvaged our youth,
up in cotton,
and forgotten.

And I'm that you
Have the same too.
reality box
Has three or locks.

If we could go
Down track,
Time still find us;
Strike us with blindness.

So we on
Till our is gone;
Cling to our fading
And small of truth.

in the garden,
in the den.
Seems like all our and
rules die in the end.
In a world of lies,
innocence cries.

Small of truth
Remain our youth,
up in cotton,
and forgotten.

And I'm that you
done the same too.
Your box
Has or four locks.