These walls are sprankled with pictures of my past.
Old days I can't wash away.
Sometimes I wish that I can turn back the clocks to see what we used to be.
But when I look at my life between counting my days, I don't know what went wrong.
when I was young I had so many dreams but none of them fulfilled my life.
Sing with us.
Dreams that faded, hopes that failed.
I was praying, I was begging, I was on my knees.
when I was right, when I was strong, when I forgot to dream.
When I look at my life (it seems like it's standing).
When I look at my life, it seems like it's standing (dreams that faded, hopes that failed).

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