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All that i´ve been yet- I was nothin´else like a dreamer
I was scared ´bout all the things to come
and i wished i was young- young again

All the times i spent- It was a life full of faith
that sometimes i´ll be a star
and all the pretty people had to rejoice...

All that disappeared in a cloud of contentment and reality
And things that once seem real- they proved as a dream

Now all the times i´m spending will be a life full of faith
that always you´ll be my star
and anytime i´m able, i try to rejoice to you

It is you, boy- It´s you, boy
you´re the hand that i feel now
You´re the hand on my soul