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"Our World"

Work is dreadful, it’s way to long
I wish I could go and just take you on
The government, and, the people who care
I'm spending my days, a slave to an heir
Enough already, it’s been only just
I have discovered this terrible lust
To be free, for the rest of my life
To live in my own paradise

I want scout the earth for more intentions
Let me know what is happening out there
We’ve easy talking
But without our current events
We wouldn’t know what to do

“ Our worlds” is tossed over
When someone famous dies
“ Our world” is crying
When the money is lost to the skies

Is that was matters the world?
When good things go bad?
Or do we live in the world,
Where to good overloads the sad?

I think everyone of you knows the answer to our lies
This is the start of our own selfish demise
Maybe we’re all just a test
One that has terribly failed.
If we start doing our best.
We might end up like the rest
Would you want to be a man who had it all
And blow it in one go?

Or am I just that guy, who wants to go home?

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