What's To Become....?

[Stuck In Sadville. Thank you Bryan Adams for comin out of nowhere to complete this mediocre shit]

We walked for miles...
Even crossed the Nile...
But never turned our heads,
To see what's behind....
Yeah, we were scared...

We left our homes,
With suitcases full of hope....
Lost them somewhere on our way...
We lost what we had to say...

What are we doin?
Where are we goin?
This isn't the end
That's al I can assure....

Got to keep movin'...
Despite the whoopin'....
Til we've got feet,
And have the heart to go....
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Hardly anyone we've met,
Wasn't dipped deep in sticky regret....
But we are different...
We can't hav the same fate....

The middle finger's shown to us...
As usual pointin' to the sky....
Bend the bone backwards this time,
Use it as our guide....

What are we doin'?
Where are we goin'?
What's to become
of us Think-alikes?

Got to keep movin'...
Despite the whoopin'...
This isn't the end...
That's al I can assure...

Pace ourselves a bit
Pull ourselves out of this shit....
'Cause we've got feet,
And have the heart to go....

What's to become of what we couldn't become?
Do we still have time to chew the gum....?
What's to become
of us Think-alikes.....?