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You wonder where all the good times have gone You wonder how it all fell through Maybe you don't really mind You see the world as a cold hologram But your heart beats willingly Don't you need to know That your life is meaningful and free Put your pride to rest In the fever of your finest hour And rise like a phoenix In the fever of your finest hour You take solace in the things you prize most You squander them one by one Maybe you don't really mind You're quite averse to falling headlong in love But your heart aches willingly Don't you need to know That your life is meaningful and free |