American Tragedy

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5:6:If God was real- 5:7:then my face would be blue,     5:8:Then I don't need to walk 5 miles to school While other students are rolling in their summer red corvettes
Why is it That we must pay For others mistakes? Why does this world hurt us, Make us distrustful? What happened to the days When a person could walk down the street,
with a tragedy like this, the heart can't find peace the days pile on and you try to move on no one can understand why you just have to comply   with a tragedy like this a lot is amiss
  We look up and see nothing but sky Blue, Bright, Clear The galaxy beyond is a dream within a dream A world eclipsed in light  As we climb towards the edge of the overwhelming darkness
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