Here we are
We stand in line
One more time today
There is no sense
The cigarette in hand
It´s all gone bad
No name, privilege, no hope and fame
We´ve seen it all before
And it seems like a mirror of our future
We were waiting for something
We were listening to the heartbeats
It could take us
It could take our names; it´s the same as no hope and fame
We´ve seen it all before
And it seems like a mirror of our future
This is no age for us
It seems we´re out of class
We are fragile
Like statues made of sand
We´ve seen it all before
And it seems like a mirror of our future
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