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Economy of the Eccentrics
Nation of the Strange
A label of picture and frame
An army a family around us
The making of what we became
The highest point we stand
Looked down on by all other
We vowed to make it through
Hand in hand family and brother
Our promise to one another
One by one we broke apart
Their hands eventually slipped away
And faded into the dark
Whether taken by Gods call
Or given a life to replace the taken
The greener pastures we seek for
And the ones of us forsaken
Losing ourselves in the fantasy
This hill of our hopes and dreams
An alternate world we all still sit
Forever a group a family a team
Life for us is never that simple
We are expelled from this abode
So go forget the past and pain
By running down the road
