Fast Life
To chasing the life, i told to run fast,
to keep pace with the life, compel to run fast,
fast through the metros, through the factories,
through the offices, through the rails
through the buses, the smoke i saw,
hearts are full of smock, eyes are red with smock,
smock frozen on the characters, i lit the cigarette,
took it as etiquette, to keep pace with life,
i burn like fuel to chase the fast life
evaporate all the dreams and color of life,
cigarette and smock, mates i have in life,
As the sun arises in the east,
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