Is it was it is it ever going to be
looking for things we're never gonna see
forgotten, how do we know
ask the indians or look inside your soul
I wish i could remember i wish i could see the light
i'm sick of life sick of this material fight
what is a label, a name or a badge
something to hide behind like a halloween mask
It could be, would be and should be so good
we love the idea but are not in the mood
living a virtual life with imaginary happiness
not knowing the virtues of the love and the peace
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Great. Reminded me of... you may enjoy, mine called, Time For Another, Adeline