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A poor man who lost his soul
A servant without goal
A breed made to live the day
Nirvana far away
The passion for a chosen life
The purpose of the dream
A dead man but still alive
No heart in a machine
These days, strange days
The heart and soul, where is the fire?
These days, strange days
And I am feeling like a soul survivor
A poor man who lost his son
His love for life to carry on
The wind will take him where it blows
Nirvana never shows
The hunger for a higher life
A full creative mind
Is now a long forgotten dream
Self-chosen to be blind
These days, strange days
The heart and soul, where is the fire?
These days, strange days
And I am feeling like a soul survivor
A poor man who lost his son
His love for life to carry on
The wind will take him where it blows
Nirvana never shows
The hunger for a higher life
A full creative mind
Is now a long forgotten dream
Self-chosen to be blind
These days, strange days
The heart and soul, where is the fire?
These days, strange days
And I am feeling like a soul survivor
These days, strange days
Where is the fire?
These days, strange days
And I am feeling like a soul survivor
So confused
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