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Lost the bloom of our age To find a heart, poor, we tin man There's no time to hear yet Another lie from the Wizard of Oz Cause too much time has passed Cause of our lives we feel stressed Cause there's no poetry animore In a flower that grows There's no time anymore for drawing hearts No other tears to waste All hope is gone Lost the bloom of our age To find a mind, poor, we man made of straw There's no time to hear yet Another lie from the Wizard of Oz Cause too many toughs passed Cause of our lives we feel stressed Cause there's no poetry animore In a flower that grows There's no time anymore for drawing hearts No other tears to waste All hope is gone From Letras Mania