First born carry promise of the old born
You're the same but somehow different
They're the produce of the lie
It breaks in and you never see it come then
Seems like every of them moan there
Like a secret you can't tell
And you get carried away, carried away
Carried away, carried away
I've been thousand years into the future
Almost nothing of it seemed sure
Things so rarely stay the same
Right here in this bad and simple seconds
Leaving out all of your best guesses
Someone's calling out your name
And you get carried away, carried away
Carried away, carried away
Teach me to know my number of day
Hold out my heart from getting carried
Teach me to know my number of days
Hold out my heart from getting carried
Teach me to know my number of days
Hold out my heart from getting carried
Carried away
Carried away, carried away
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