Burning the Old Tape

I can remember very well
Those beautiful days
And now all that magic
Is gone

Yesterday this was a dream
And now is only a charade
It's time to erase all from
My mind

But maybe I don't want
Or maybe I must be gone
Would I be dead or not?
So hard to know why I was born

The wind is blowing so hard tonight
My mind is full of memories that must be burned
I can see a lot of colorful pages, but they are all torn out
Delete all, and start again



Credits
Writer(s): Eduardo Cherchi
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