Bound to the sound
Is the last solution gone?
As I reach for another way to remember
The days when I felt young
This is the end of the game we play
I know I felt this, on some distant sunny day.
Oh, on some distant sunny day.
And…
After all it seems like a mistake
Of the many we have yet to make
As the masses grow strong and get another hold
While I suffer for it all in vain, and forget again.
The days when I felt intoned
The silence breaks the solid chain
I never felt this as it will never stop to rain.
Oh, it will never stop to rain.
And…
After all it seems like a mistake
Of the many we have yet make
Do we suffer just in vain?
Is it really reasonable to complain
I'm bound to these sounds of shouting out to you
I am shut down.

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