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You aren't supposed to follow us hereWe left Olympic Gardens for a reasonYou said you want to know where west isYou curse so much I hardly believed itWe roam the coast, deplored and restlessFall off from metropolitan demonsLit up the torches, found our weaponsTore up the flesh of modern convenienceI don't want to know the past or futureI don't want to knowI don't want to know the past or futureI don't want to knowYou want to search the darker reachesAlmost the path of logical geniusClose the book, it's all a question ?Put off the curse of ? don't mean itI don't want to know the past or futureI don't want to knowI don't want to know the past or futureI don't want ot know From Letras Mania