We are a generation of lost children The anti-babyboomer The answer to rhyme without reason With nothing holding us together But a song that hits us A movie that guides us A game that drives us And a friendship that protects us From the reality that is always so clear to elders We have no point, no finest generation, just a dream To experience more in our life than our parents To say we did that, we went there, I new them, we partied harder Anything to justify a means to an end of an otherwise uneventful time When information and media are more concrete than the house above our head We download music from people with no connection to us To feel something, anything, other than a void My thought for the day
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