Sometimes I lay back,
Late at night on top of my truck,
I try to recall the good old days,
When life was still a simple classical dance,
Now everything is a struggle,
Good old days lost in oblivion,
There was passion in music,
It was life's own muse,
I don't see that anymore,
And it pains me to the core,
Old age should have stayed,
Look at the sun and the moon,
They are still the same divine view,
The only thing left of the good old days
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