Where once was childlike simplicity Now only remnants of blind ideals This quality of innocence Once tarnished, is forever lost Its lost... Its lost... Never to return Its lost... Its lost... We turn our heads And show our backs Burn bridges of communication Throw away and cast aside Shed these tools of separation The complexities of maturity Entangled in prejudice Im longing for this purity Through envy and emptiness Its lost... Its lost... And nothing remains of this childhood bliss Its lost... Its lost... We turn our heads And show our backs Burn bridges of communication Throw away and cast aside Shed these tools of separation Where once was childlike simplicity Now only remnants of blind ideals This egocentric, foolish pride Never knowing happiness Its lost... Its lost... Never to return Its lost... Its lost... We turn our heads And show our backs Burn bridges of communication Throw away and cast aside Shed these tools of separation
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