There are some things you can't show the children but you don't know why
Do cheap thrills and heavy sensation rackets
Give you more of a style
Why would it be better for yourself
To let them get behind your eyes
Are you old enough now so things don't reach inside
Is someone else rising the price of your own satisfaction
Does not having access to luxury ways
Make you feel out of action
Well who would believe in that happiness
It's worth enough to be alive
But they keep on trying to take us for some rides
Sometimes I wish I'm from nowhere but Nomad Land
And they don't try to take me away
Wish that all I know is that it will rain again some day
But I don't have to tell them where I stand
And I don't have to stand in the way
And I hope I'll be me again someday
You might never know what you forgot that you knew as a child
When you had a couple of dimes in you pocket
Did you mind a friend by your side
Would you have rather for yourself
Kept them for some longer time
Saying "what's yours is yours and what's mine is mine"
There are things you don't learn anymore since you don't have to try 'em
Now that your standards went up like rockets
All you need is to get higher
Are you more satisfied with yourself
When no one sees you as you are
While you dedicate half of your life to a house and a car
Sometimes I wish I'm from nowhere but Nomad Land
And I don't try to take you away
Wish that all I know is that it will shine again someday
But you don't have to tell me where you stand
And you don't have to know anyway
But I hope we will see again
And I hope we will live again
And I hope we'll be free again someday
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