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The broader your horizons seem The shakier the ground These old oak trees collapse unseen And do not make a sound The World is a stage we grow out of The World is a stage we grow out of Only a stage we grow out of Only a stage we plague I'll put it on a postcard to you What could have been a landmark rots, ignored A monument to nothing crumbles, ignored So sick and tired of feeling sick and tired, Etcetera Naked, bleeding and shivering I fail to make a stand I won't breathe the air you're breathing I won't breathe the air you're breathing I won't waste the air you're breathing I won't waste the air I'll put it on a postcard to you What could have been a landmark rots, ignored A monument to nothing crumbles, ignored These old oak trees collapse unseen And do not make a sound From Letras Mania