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It was the bad old days Where the warriors came out to play Where the visitors outstay their welcome Aspiration filled with fear and doubt Who’s turn to make the move, who’s left it all to you I’m not ideal in situation of confrontation I don’t prefer to raise my voice I’m still trapped by the cages of my lips And you hold the key So allow me to be free It’s been 24 years, 24 years It’s been 24 years, 24 years 24 years, and you know now That the willow tree knows the sea You withstand Don’t you try to get under ‘cause you can’t set me free And if you know what I see I would like to meet But don’t worry about your soul Don’t worry about your soul I was, I was just... I was just a wallflower I was just a wallflower I was just a wallflower I was just a wallflower From Letras Mania