Springseeker Alan Walker

I remember when they told stories about a different world
About a lost world
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A time when no one was watching
And when the streets belonged to us
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When the skies belonged to the birds
And the trees were alive for the wind
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A time when our thoughts were our own
A time when we could choose our own path
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Stories of a different world, where everyone was free
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And then I wonder if that was all true: How did we end up here?
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How can we loose something so beautiful
Only to replace it with something so dark and destructive?
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Was it all just a dream?
Was it all just a made up fairytale to give us hope?
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Or did we lose our way and destroy our world?
Is there a path for us back home?