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Ah, ah Terrified that I’m crossing myself There’ll be plenty of time For us to talk The thoughts go racing Floating round in the clouds I brought my fate upon myself I really do not love But facts aren’t everything They have befouled the whole cause Apathy has taken its place My place Lost in a maze of waking dreams Caught in some stupid lies Amusing myself with children’s games Only to live no matter how Laying aside all my past My own self And everything, everything Full of almost admiration for myself But, come back to me Oh my wild son Oh my son