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Let us die young or let us live forever.
We don't have the power, but we never say never.
Sitting in a sand-pit, life is a short trip.
The music's for the sad men.
Can you imagine when this race is won?
Turn our golden faces into the sun.
Praising our leaders, we're getting in tune.
The music's played by the mad men.
Some are like water, some are like the heat,
some are a melody and some are the beat.
Sooner or later they all will be gone..
Why don't they stay young?
Annons