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I was in a sleeping dreamWhen a policeman brought my mother homeBy the window I didn't screamI was too old for thatI was in a drunken dreamThe pubs were closedIt was three o'clockAt the bottom of the street it seemedThere was a policeman lost in the fogI understand but I don't see itI understand but I don't see itI understand but I don't read itFutures and PastsYou can cry for your lost childhoodWill you cry for our lost childhoods?But remember how you hated itAnd worse cause you couldn't state it?And it's time for the note, see itAnd it's time for the note, say itAnd it's time for the note, read itFutures and PastsSongtexteLook at the woman of thirty-nineLook at the man of forty-nineYou can read their lousy livesYou can see their ugly face linesThey understand but they don't see itThey understand but they don't see itI understand but I don't read itFutures and PastsI understand but I don't see itI understand but I don't see itI understand but I don't read itFutures and Pasts Aus Songtexte Mania