The dreams of youth ain't what you imagined?
Pink Floyd makes sense.
Your own philosophy and future hangs in the balance if man.
Bones are warmed.
We all remain in the balance
Giving piece a chance.
We long for the self preservation?
Screams
We all long for the truth
Yet money is so obtuse.
The way we're living is made by man.
I dare to dream,
For to dream I am a man.
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