A
day of sleep
The
future looks bleak
The
age starts crawling in
Knowing
it will be hard
Playing
balls on the high
The
dreams may have dried up
The
road of freedom
Closing
in so fast in the dream
The
man can do what he wants
In
his dream he can say
The
road of the fast lane
He
is the boss on the score
He
isn't afraid of anything
He
can do as he likes
Nobody
will stop him
Then
the dream dies
When
he wakes up
He
will be handcuffed
A
long walk to the darkness
Of
the still gates swinging in and out
That
is the real world
A
day of sleep
He
will need it
For
the fall will hit
Hard
to the ground
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