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I was 11 years old when they gave him name
Spoke of the flames and said he was to blame
Now at 20, they say they'll lay him in a grave
But I look around and don't see much that has changed
Thousands more deaths, more wars, more shame
My generation lost wondering what's been gained
Running for our breath, all our lives living lame
These debates make my neck crane
Once again, it's the same old plate
Enemy of the day, but it's always about hate