My mind is wandering
to the days when I was young
My heart's recalling
all the songs that we sung
The games we played were free
And our life they seemed to be a whole
But now we unlearned man
It's driving me wild
to feel our own wishes
and to hope like a child
Ain't got own thoughts
No point of views
What did we make of life
That is true?
How does it feel
Fixed like a cogwheel
How do you feel
Can you still feel
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