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The race begins
The fools still awaits
While the Old Skulls are ahead

They look for fun
Pleasure on demand
There is no fun in this race

Now is the time to wake

At the end nothing matters
If they sitting watching games
They won the trophy of foolishness

And they ask for a chance
When their hour has come
Will have wished to think more than once

And they will say
I did nothing wrong
Why are they so cruel to me

There is only one way to save our souls
To rise the spirit with brave
You must run in this final race
To won a place with us, the Old Skulls Arise

Some of them realized
Some others just don't
Anyway the final goal is close

You asked for time
You had a whole life
I only can give my condolences now

There is only one way to save our souls
To rise the spirit with brave
You must run in this final race
To won a place with us, the Old Skulls Arise

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