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confess, we still abuse our lives dazed and drunk we make up our alibis oh ain't it nice how we try to deceive ourselves at any price to my regret our youth is gone like all the carefree fun we had and that's a fact so stop pretending that it's still in our hands to live the life we never had it's not a game burn down, break free, you're not my enemy i wish you the best, keep the rest and keep your dignity man it's too late for me there are other goals fixed by my destiny life has changed so fast oh what a bore my friend, you won't die young anymore accept that life's not war and stop pretending that it's still in our hands to live the life we never had it's not a game you're missing the point you miss the point my friend where's all the fun we had? poor boy lost joy From Letras Mania