Once when I was a little boy child
They taught me not to tell
There was a secret
About a future in a hell
I brought a sign in my young mind
It was a little five point star
You can see it
On a helmet in a war
I can't tell the future on these days
There is a machine
It's terribly jammed
If this guitar, could help a little, a little
But it got stuck
At the mighty power trigger
Give me back my woman
Give me back my home
Give me back my sided silent soul
Now I see their job
They don't want peace or love
But are seeking for miles of mines of gold
Next to the oil there is a fairy
She came here and spoke
That her friends elves
Are setting a meal for these robots
I can't tell the future on these days
There is a machine
It's terribly jammed
If this guitar, could help a little, a little
But it got stuck
At the mighty power trigger
Give me back my woman
Give me back my home
Give me back my sided silent soul
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