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I'll be there when family's missing and all your children play games while kissing the memories of minds they fought dismissing And you long for the moment we had while listening To tunes of our youth, of the rock gods rolling And creatures we made on all of our trolling, while factoring in our bedroom strolling in lights of dark hallways, always we were calling Prostitutes laughing at small heads in darkness we drooled at the chance to make our own mark and hurried our way into blight and forgot that which we held sacred and tossed into the hard mess.