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The Spectacular Now
Our lives will be extraordinary
We were born into this belief
Great things will happen to us
They promised
Of course the ideals of the spectacular
Developed and flourished as we grew
Growing wilder and deeper
Yet always blooming out of reach
So we began to consider
Whether these roots of hopes
Would thrive in our worlds
Or whether they would wither in the winter of reality
And so developed the wasted generation
A demise of wild talent
Lost to the failed dreams that raised us
Like cubs in the wilderness of the world