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I was mothered like an orchid tethered to eternal sights I hurried home in orbit close to where I know I’m fine No edge of the seat, no arms ever broken, you see I waited for the crash to come Too many days with too little to do I waited but nothing came at all So many days spent in empty rooms The little drum inside behaves itself until you turn twenty-five And then it strikes this all we've lived this long and only ever half alive I waited for the crash to come Too many days with too little to do I waited but nothing came at all So many days spent in empty rooms It’s too late for a wasted youth All quiet on the Eastern Front now We dare not move It’s too late to wage a war It’s all quiet on the Eastern Front and We all are bored From Letras Mania