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Feb 2013
Do you hear the mother as she screams at her child
******* kid, just shut up and be quiet
'Cause there's expectations that they've laid on you
Didn't you know kid, you're next in queue
They're old and set in their ways, they can't change
But you are the next big thing

You're the rising generation and it's true
The weight of the world rests on you
The newest and freshest of models
Pumped out to do their newest purpose
It's up to you to change the world, son
Can you do it, stand up to the challenge come

There's no time to be yourself and conformity's not allowed
But wait, you think you've got that figured out
We'll push words and ideas and comments on your soul
Sacrifices are necessary to make the future homes
'Cause didn't you know kid, you were young but now you're old
And now you're one of us, and there's different stories to be told
Michael Pick
Written by
Michael Pick  Canada
(Canada)   
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   ---, Anon C, Brittani and Amadeus
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