Please set me free in times like these and let me take a breath.
We have to hide ourselves from something rather unknown.
They told us all to run away and we do as they please.
We follow the leader and we go down on our knees and pray.
Please tell me again how sweet it sounded
in our ears and how tall the trees were grown.
Please let it be over and bring back how it used to be.
So give me a hand and take me out of here.
There must have been a garden. I hardly can remember.
But it sounds so true to me.
Do you remember the old times?
Those stories we should never forget?
I hardly can remember.
Please tell me again how sweet it sounded
in our ears and how tall the trees were grown.

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