They say less is more, but more is not enough
No one comes from where they're from anymore
The lure of the lush green grass next door
When is now? Has it been? Has it gone?
We are all waiting and running from
what we are and where we come from
Life is all the things that you do
waiting for all the dreams to come true
Everyone is on hold, round the corner is gold
We're nearly there, where is there? Nowhere
We are all waiting and running from
what we are and where we come from
Life is all the things that you do
waiting for all the dreams to come true
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