I'm fading away
There's a force that I can't feed
No new seeds blooming in my life
I lost my mind again
My guess, it must be stucked somewhere
In some nice spot of the timeline
And if getting old is meant to be this way
What can I do? What can I say?
What can I do? What can I say?
What can I do? What can I say?
Tired, bored and fired
It feels like life has passed me by
Am I a coward or a fighter?
And everybody growed
Tired of me and my distaste
For the ordinary lifestyle
And if getting old is meant to be this way
What can I do? What can I say?
What can I do? What can I say?
What can I do? What can I say?
It was never our choice anyway
What can I do? What can I say?
Lift the anchor, sail away
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It was never our choice anyway
What can I do? What can I say?
What can I do? What can I say?
What can I do? What can I say?
It was never our choice anyway
What can I do? What can I say?
Lift the anchor, sail away