Strange that I sat up in this midnight hour
Strange that I wanted all that moments back
Strange to think that I wanted to get that power
Strange that I cannot get the time machine hack(ed)
Strange that I lived my childhood carefree
Strange that I wanted then to be a man
Strange that I at 18 wanted girls in excess for free
Strange that I didn't realize how fast my age ran
Strange that I wanted a job for food
Strange that I didn't do what I liked to do
Strange that I did the same job without any mood
Strange that I now find myself into unknown shoe
Strange that I'm having so faster life on pension
Strange that I lost my love in so short a time
Strange that I'm getting all sort of useless tension
Strange that I stand here in street without a dime
Strange my (newly-wed) son shoved me off 'his' home
Strange how fast I became what I feared (not to)
Strange I want someone to put on my skull a gun
Strange I see retreating all the things I endeared
Strange that I sat up in this midnight hour
Strange how I wanted when young to become so faster a man
Strange now how deeper I want to be a child (again)
Strange how easily does life seem to me strange
Strange, my life is...
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