| There is something more
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| Hello, we’re going down the hallway to the door
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| We know there’s something more
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| Our soul has a got a hole
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| We know but what’s it waiting for
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| Scattered in the street
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| Like dreams and destiny
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| The things we wanna be
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| Are scattered in the streets
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| If we’re coming clean
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| We’ve seen to know we’re incomplete
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| How do we feel, how do we feel
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| My generation is aching for real
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| Dyin for love cryin for truth
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| My generation is aching for you
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| Country of our own
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| Is all we’re asking for
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| A place to call our home
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| A country of our own
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| We know it must be close
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| Our souls are searching through the cold
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| The cold, the cold
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| How do we feel, how do we feel
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| My generation is aching for real
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| Dyin for love, cryin for truth
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| My generation is aching for you |