I saw all you children dancing to the tunes,
  With all your fancy clothes and spiky hair,
  Sitting here in my twenty four,
  Looking up as I were born in a wrong generation,
   
  How long must you stay mixing up the medicines?
  Let’s talk about the future and the land you loved,
   
  I was homesick and all alone in a new land,
  Long have I left the land I was raised,
  Many things happen, yet I realise,
  I have to get out and start a meaningful life, 
   
  I have left the crazy world of youngster,
  Take part in a new world and getting older,
  Guess I’m getting mature,
  For what I see and what I hear,
   
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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