never did I know in a time far ago
my happiest times the songs I listened on the radio
times that went away too fast
too late I came to know youth wont last
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here comes the poet writing the pain
here comes the monsoon racing the rain
here come the memories driving you insane
here comes the cure trying in vain
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we will be singing even when we are broke and down
we will be dancing even when we are on shaken ground
we will be on the march even when we tired beyond
we will be listening to the same songs this time around