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When we were young our future was so bright (whoa, oh!)The old neighborhood was so alive (whoa, oh!)And every kid on the whole damn street (whoa, oh!)Was gonna make it big and not be beatNow our neighborhood's cracked and torn (whoa, oh!)The kids are grown up but their lives are worn (whoa, oh!)How can one little streetSwallow so many livesChances ThrownNothing's freeLonging for what used to beStill it's hardHard to seeFragile lives, shattered dreams(Whoa!)Jamie had a chance, well she really did (whoa, oh!)Instead she dropped out and had a couple of kids (whoa, oh!)Mark still lives at home cause he's got no job (whoa, oh!)He just plays guitar and smokes a lot of potJay committed suicide (whoa, oh!)Brandon OD'd and died (whoa, oh!)SongtexteWhat the hell is going onThe cruelest dream, realityChances ThrownNothing's freeLonging for what used to beStill it's hardHard to seeFragile lives, shattered dreamsChances ThrownNothing's freeLonging for what used to beStill it's hardHard to seeFragile lives, shattered dreams Aus Songtexte Mania