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times have changed i have to say not much is real, not much the same drowned out the old without a clue tell me what this means to you masquerades in holes and pins it's not a game no one can win this time has brought us no real thing the roots are lost of this scene no name places no name faces different voices different choices nothing to prove only to say doing what they want their way years ago on darkened streets drums were pounding to a different beat they that walked agaisnt the rest shouting loud of their protest years ago in tiny places they came together, no ordinary faces loud music and truthful voices shouting loud of their choices no name places Letras de cancionesno name faces different voices different choices nothing to prove only to say doing what they want their way From Letras Mania