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Hey you ordinary people with your same old instincts and trait Your dreams and strivings are primitively monochromatic way The sum of your stirring is lowly ranging and roving As your brains are vacant and absolutely unequipped The mind is alive It's ever working machine tool Of novel intentions It's living implement While you are marking time Being mentally blind Improve diseased reality By means of intellect progress The mind accelerates its run with every day Faster and faster by the part of motion ray With every new idea and every new respect Aiming the myriad thin directions of world track I've my own peculiarities in comprehension of life Very long time ago I've plunged myself into primitive pleasure dive Now I cognize the higher steps of thought improvement To rationally manage the way of my existence The mind is alive It's ever working machine tool Letras de cancionesOf novel intentions It's living implement While you are marking time Being mentally blind Improve diseased reality By means of intellect progress The mind accelerates its run with every day Faster and faster by the part of motion ray With every new idea and every new respect Aiming the myriad thin directions of world track The mind accelerates its run with every day Faster and faster by the part of motion ray With every new idea and every new respect Aiming the myriad thin directions of world track From Letras Mania