The Dreamers

Life is a maze spending your days
 Truth is a haze punching your face
 And time is a friend who outgrows you in the end
 But it's alright
 Love is a sign we're all benign
 Hate someone says why it's too late
 I'm sure we're at a stage, the coming of a golden age
 You're free to join us
 The club of all
 The fortunate dreamers
 In tin foil hats
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 Oh well, that was it and here you sit
 Doesn't it hurt a little bit?
 To know there was a time
 You could have done something sublime
 But I'm sorry
 Once we get too old
 Toothless and all bald
 There's no turning back
 There's no turning back
 Once we get too old
 Toothless and all bald
 There's no turning back
 There's no turning back
 There's no turning back
 There's no turning back