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The way we are
And the way we're meant to be
              Lining up like schoolchildren
Sloppily
     Crooked
like our morals
Like our thoughts
              Best kept hidden
Forbidden
On some moral ground
That does not belong to us
                not long for us
Before we lose it all
Or rather
Before it's taken from us
Shaken from our perch
At the peak of our youth
Shaken down
      Breaking down
           Breaking out
Breaking
       Down and out
Starting from scratch
Realigning
Lining up
       Like schoolchildren