Wrecked shells, lonely souls.
A house, but it's ain't no home
Lonely mothers, empty rooms
Sons in graves before their fathers.
Hold on, times will come
Some day, you won't be alone
So come on, don't go
Think of the ones, you do love
We gotta bring it back to the start now.
We gotta bring it back to where we were some how.
We gotta bring it back some how.
I guess I don't know how, but we do it now!
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