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Contributed by Alexa_Bachtel on Thursday, 25th March 2010 @ 12:02:03 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

You’ve got a million different reasons
To be sayin’ that you’re sick and tired
Of the way you do not fit in this world
‘Cause you have seen it all and you ain’t satisfied
You’re grumbling as some kinda old man
For the world is already not the same
But the life, it never sticks in the same place
Cause some things out and some things on,
But still everything goes through changes
Carrying you away behind it, for…

You’ll not have time to look back,
As the world’s gonna change in the face of you,
Time flies by, the cities turn to dust
And then, it’s carried away by a wind, it’s true,
The wind brings the changes with itself.
Yeah, it brings the changes with itself…

The train’s already left the station,
While you keep standing at the plane platform
With your old-fashion views in your pockets
I guess it might sound like a cheap metaphor
But you, my friend, have fallen ‘hind the life
So clean your brains, ‘cos they got slightly dusted.

You’ll not have time to look back,
As the world’s gonna change in the face of you,
Time flies by, the cities turn to dust
And then, it’s carried away by a wind, it’s true,
The wind brings the changes with itself.
Yeah, it brings the changes with itself…

You’ll never understand until you’ll see
The life is going, going on,
So why don’t you look out of your window
And see the beauty of the spring,
The first rain that washes the snow away
And find yourself changing, for…

You’ll not have time to look back,
As the world’s gonna change in the face of you,
Time flies by, the cities turn to dust
And then, it’s carried away by a wind, it’s true,
The wind brings the changes with itself.
Yeah, it brings the changes with itself…

Copyright © Alexa_Bachtel ... [ 2010-03-25 12:02:03]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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