carefree
we all love the illusions, they fascinate us more
and dreams are more beautiful, everybody knows
just ask a boy who's seen a magic show and built up dreams of his own
i hate to be...... a slave of needs
the angel says... its a part of me
the devil knows... i can't be free
i hate to be...... a slave of needs
and when i make you smile....
don't you want it again?
so let me tell you something my friend,
you can break your heart when fallin' in love
but it wrecked my soul, to grow up in this world
i hate to be...... a slave of needs
i hate to see...... a slave of needs
but i've got a control over me
i'm carefree.... Aasmi, ask me..... i'm carefree...
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