Beliefs, like religion, unique and so obvious,
Only that's what you claim to be,
And your thoughts run so free
Look at me and disconsider
The child we used to be
So small, so small and so naives,
Home sweet's hard to leave
But each time you feel so right,
Each time you preach your fight,
Acting in your own commercial
That's what you are artificial,
That's what you are.
Come on, show me your best face,
Keep on working for someone else,
Teach me more of these lessons,
Freedom of actions.

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