As I spend the night to prepare
For the day that has ceased to care
And as I stare at the sky
And the sun makes me blind,
I see my cheery young face
Standing with a guitar
My mates humming out loud
Come back my friend
Lets sing like we used to
Together lets prepare
For the day that has ceased to care.
Oh, that silly young face
Singing of hope and glory,
Of conquests, of travels
Of the blooming love story.
The poet, the philosopher,
The lazy boy geek
We strike a chord, we thump a beat
We hum together
A tune so diabolic.
We sing together,
Together we prepare
For the day that has ceased to care.
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