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Today is a day when I have nothing to say
I wright to wright and to say what I must say
To do the same another day
To lay under the trees
And watch the clouds blow in the breeze
I'll drift off and have a good dream
To realize tomorrow that things aren't as they seem
We think the world is a place to play
But really its just a place of disorder and decay
The wars, the killing, I cant take much more
I wish it would stop
And go back to the way it was
Go back to the way it was... before