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Once upon a time, when we were bold and free When we just had fun and were let be Talked about growing up, about getting a job But when childhood left, we began to sob Oh those were the good days, you see But now, we learn nothing in life is free Everything comes from hard work and dedication Life doesn't mould itself according to expectation In the old days, we always looked forward to the future But today, we are too burdened by the present At one time, little things had so much meaning Now, even big things struggle to make an impression When we were naive, when we were young When we didn't know the story real life sung When we thought we were very special When we believed we could cross any threshold Today we learn the awful truths That life is really just a flooded ticket booth Handing out tickets to only those with money and luck Throwing out others like dump trucks Life is the most lopsided video game Oneself is the hardest thing to tame Life isn't easy, that's for sure But we are all in this together, we can get through this pressure Our childhood is never coming back We can never cut ourselves that slack We definitely do lack But we can put ourselves on the right track We can stay in the past, the known, the certain Or we can venture into the future, the mystery, the unknown Life may be cruel But we are all jewels Life may be hard, life may be unfair The days of ignorant bliss are gone somewhere But the day will come when we will ride the elite bus We won't be ready for life, life will be ready for us Everyone thinks that their life is hard That they don't have that trump card But there is a light at the end of the tunnel For those who've entered the funnel Life isn't so rosy and pretty Especially when you are witty But life has much to offer Even when all seems lost and tricky Childhood was great But the rest of our life is a blank slate We still have the power to write our story To decide whether it will be one of regret or one of glory
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Dec 2, 2020
Dec 2, 2020 at 3:30 PM UTC
Life
Once upon a time, when we were bold and free When we just had fun and were let be Talked about growing up, about getting a job But when childhood left, we began to sob Oh those were the good days, you see But now, we learn nothing in life is free Everything comes from hard work and dedication Life doesn't mould itself according to expectation In the old days, we always looked forward to the future But today, we are too burdened by the present At one time, little things had so much meaning Now, even big things struggle to make an impression When we were naive, when we were young When we didn't know the story real life sung When we thought we were very special When we believed we could cross any threshold Today we learn the awful truths That life is really just a flooded ticket booth Handing out tickets to only those with money and luck Throwing out others like dump trucks Life is the most lopsided video game Oneself is the hardest thing to tame Life isn't easy, that's for sure But we are all in this together, we can get through this pressure Our childhood is never coming back We can never cut ourselves that slack We definitely do lack But we can put ourselves on the right track We can stay in the past, the known, the certain Or we can venture into the future, the mystery, the unknown Life may be cruel But we are all jewels Life may be hard, life may be unfair The days of ignorant bliss are gone somewhere But the day will come when we will ride the elite bus We won't be ready for life, life will be ready for us Everyone thinks that their life is hard That they don't have that trump card But there is a light at the end of the tunnel For those who've entered the funnel Life isn't so rosy and pretty Especially when you are witty But life has much to offer Even when all seems lost and tricky Childhood was great But the rest of our life is a blank slate We still have the power to write our story To decide whether it will be one of regret or one of glory
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Dec 2, 2020
Dec 2, 2020 at 3:30 PM UTC
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