Facing New York - We Are lyrics

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Facing New York - We Are lyrics

We are the young men, we are the desperation We are a nervous wreck, we are the anxiety We are the broken coin, the begging boys at your door Call me the wasted time, the aging adolescence Call me a bad sign of everything that's to come Call me the crooked line, the field of ice And I know I must move on We are the broken hearts that got lost or set astray We are the unemployed, still tangled up in our dreams This is a new sign, the last changing of the day It's time to grow up, and move away