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Not very often have we met
But the musics been too bad
Can only sense happiness
If the music is sad
So, im going home
I must hurry home
Where a life goes on
Were too old to make a mess
Dreams will keep me young
Old enough to stress
Only mirrors tell the time
So, im going home
I must hurry home
So will my life go on
Yes, im going home
Going home alone
And your life goes on