| Hello beautiful May
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| The sun is here to stay
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| It is good to be here on such a day
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| Every day I turn a bit wiser
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| Every day climbing a little higher
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| And every day I turn more into someone I admire
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| Walking on light as the wind
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| Don’t need to be slim to fit in
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| As the fountain of youth disappeared with the fruit
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| So the gardens closed, but it’s easy to get in
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| Some people try to touch the stars
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| Plastic fantastic such a farce
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| While the universe expands to be untouched by human hands
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| Immortality can’t be bought or can it really?
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| Another day at the races, we try to stay ahead
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| Of the future that changes us, but we’re all mislead
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| Or values are wrong, we think we can live forever
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| But we won’t be here that long
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| I don’t care anyway
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| Gone tomorrow but still here today
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| There are so many ways for the soul to find its home
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| I guess it’s all in beliefs
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| It’s God, it’s Kharma, it is you and it is me
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| And all of these flavours make a believer out of me
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| Here I am doing fine
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| Working my way outside the grand design
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| Won’t line up like a barcode, this life is mine
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| I’ll guess that what lies in the future will come to me in time
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| Methuselah’s children, all Gods in this playground
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| Souls are being a part of the emotional wasteland
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| Equal like seeds it’s the year of the great flood
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| Wash away the dirt and the blood from our fingers
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| Only one solution be apart of their religion
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| Find ourselves drowning in the ego of the many
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| Only one solution be apart of their religion
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| Find ourselves drowning in the ego of the many-
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| We can’t swim
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| Look at the those people they’re moving in circles
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| Collides at the edge of each turn
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| Look at those people I really believe
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| That their map is all wrong
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| «I was a star of a show long ago
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| Do you know who I am, do you reminisce my face?»
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| «I was a cog in a wheel 'twas a square
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| I was aiming at the moon, but I landed in your living room»
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| Look at those people their circle is stretched
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| Into one fragile lemming like line
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| Look at those people I cannot believe
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| That we’re letting them drown
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| Media creates an illusion of company
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| But we will always be alone
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| Empires rise and they fall during lunchtime
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| But this world is all that I have…
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| Look at those people
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| Utopia waits for the blessed
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| And the rest of us trying to cling
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| To the beauty that’s left in the world
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| Stand up and be counted once more
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| They’re dividing the rich and the poor
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| It will never be quite like the life you lived before
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| Let them be nine hundred years
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| Evolution halts no-one cares
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| When we’ll draw our last breath and they’re all cheating death
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| Guess who’s free?
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| When the tables have turned
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| The viewpoint is new I stand at the peak
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| My dreams have come true There is no enough
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| More is what moves me now and this mirror needs a change
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| We’re all Methuselah’s children (Farewell beautiful May)
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| We wander the streets alone (I don’t care anyway)
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| We watch as the world turns cold (Farewell beautiful May)
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| The toys we collect are fools gold (I don’t care anyway)
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| And that’s the price we pay
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| Slowly consumed by a dream I resent
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| Future I could prevent if I only’d understand
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| But I assume that as long as we’re here
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| We just won’t really care
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| Acting out the stupid nature of man… |