Once again I wanna
Hear the beat
I am out on the street
I take envy as a treat
I got to know that and hence a retreat
to the time back
When I first heard the beat
May be I miss the heat
Again, today I am out on the street
Living back again what I dreamt
I have lived again
I am back from the future to what I have gained
I took the pain
Got the bruise
But, never to loose
What I got
For, what I fought.
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