| Decided faces and unfriendly smiles
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| Staring with eyes that just cannot believe
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| Living in squalor they hardly exist
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| The fruits of their efforts are swallowed with tears
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| The past was good the older men say
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| Remember the life then those were the days
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| Riding through fantasies with carefree grace
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| Living was easy no worries to face
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| Now I’m searching for another escape
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| I wanna be free just to think and to write
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| No obstructions or people to hate
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| Freedom to wander with truth In my veins
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| Most of the people have given up hope
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| They strive for something they don’t understand
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| Contented to watch the world pass them by
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| Not caring or hoping for love anymore
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| What of the younger people today
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| What do they think what do they wanna say
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| Are they happy with things as they are
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| Will they do something or go much too far
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| Their thoughts and their words are important to them
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| Speaking their minds they’re immediately crushed
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| Confused In their hearts… but love in their hearts
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| (Doing just nothing but) thinking they must
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| But now there’s a light it shines very dim
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| It needs someone to kindle the flame
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| Freedom will come but it’s still far away
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| But we will have all that we hope for someday |