Here are the young men, the weight on their shoulders,
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Here are the young men, well where have they been?
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We knocked on the doors of Hell's darker chamber,
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Pushed to the limit, we dragged ourselves in,
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Watched from the wings as the scenes were replaying,
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We saw ourselves now as we never had seen.
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Portrayal of the trauma and degeneration,
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The sorrows we suffered and never were free.
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Where have they been?
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Where have they been?
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Where have they been?
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Where have they been?
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Weary inside, now our heart's lost forever,
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Can't replace the fear, or the thrill of the chase,
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Each ritual showed up the door for our wanderings,
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Open then shut, then slammed in our face.
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Where have they been?
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Where have they been?
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Where have they been?
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Where have they been?
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Decades
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Joy Division |