Track byA.O.S
History repeats itself Coiling down into the future When it's one second to twelve The hands touch and follow deeper History repeats itself I didn't learn, I wouldn't listen I couldn't see the books were on the shelf For my good sense, I never missed 'em Wish I was standing by the shore Feel the wind blow in my face See the waves roll in for an encore They take a bow, they know their place I do not want, I do not feel I've turned away in myself I can't find anything that's real But history repeats itself