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Too bad when good old times have just begun I find they are already gone Now I know how happy I have been Not only you never to be seen Just competition, too many things I'd fly away if I had wings But looking for peace in some quiet place Everywhere live members of the human race Thinking of that, your condition's not bad I find you should be glad to be dead Hated people to kill you should fail 'Cause if you'd succeed you'd go to jail No duelling allowed, there is no chance I wonder how people live with no romance If you try to run away and hide They find you everywhere, can't stand a fight Feels like living in a cage Lovers have to be much older than 12 years of age From Letras Mania