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Retrospect

Here we are
We stand in line
One more time today
There is no sense
The cigarette in hand
It??�??��??��s all gone bad
No name, privilege, no hope and fame

We??�??��??��ve seen it all before
And it seems like a mirror of our future

We were waiting for something
We were listening to the heartbeats
It could take us
It could take our names; it??�??��??��s the same as no hope and fame

We??�??��??��ve seen it all before
And it seems like a mirror of our future

This is no age for us
It seems we're out of class
We are fragile
Like statues made of sand

We??�??��??��ve seen it all before
And it seems like a mirror of our future