much time has passed since i was young
not much has really changed
the game goes on and i'm still here
not changed - but re-arranged
my heart still cries - i love it so
and spring still brings me joy
yes i'm alive and i don't mind
inside i'm still a boy
much time has passed yet i still play
in this land of terror
no more to hang my head and cry
i don't regret the error
mistakes were made - i bless them so
for through them i did learn
if you're going to play the game
you better learn to burn
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