(Barth)
Young hearts beating
In the middle of the night
Sounding like the thunder
Of some sacrificial rite
And the young hearts bleeding
For the freedom of their youth
Struggle in the back seat
Find out the truth
Young hands reaching
For the goal they can't attain
His blood begins to boil
When he thinks that it's in vain
And a young heart burdened
With the weight of vanity
Summons all her strength
To save her purity
They keep asking questions
They keep hearing lies
Don't tell the children
Cover their eyes
Remember the warning
And all it implies
We're seing the dawn of
Yesterday's skies
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