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Born to the glare of the senses spoon the reality infused a new inherent passive contentment you are so easily amused Here and now we are gone in a happy a dream in the passage your time chances are fading this world isn't waiting the moment is passing you by Questions lie beneath the surface the fools are fooled once again A concience we stole our existence and gladly cast it to the wind Here and now we are gone in a happy a dream in the passage your time chances are fading this world isn't waiting the moment is passing you by From Letras Mania