When the promise is dying
When the hours are flying
When you have no ambition
When you got no permission
When the hours are flying
When you have no ambition
When you got no permission
Can I free my own mind
From the reason or pride
Give a meaning to my life
From the whipping of time?
Is it nothing yet?
Was that a promise to die now?
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