What to do here,
What to do here,
I am just seeing the stage,
The funny morons act and dance,
And for them the ones not on stage are born just to die and
age,
I cannot stand this,
I cannot stand this,
I want to break and take flight,
I do not want to see this ugly fight.
Let me go,
Let me go,
I am bound for the mountains, far away.
Let my legs carry, I do not need your shoulder.
Far away, far away there is a beautiful place,
Lucky there so I cannot see your ugly face
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