| Another mile on this old road another hour, another breath
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| The thousand deaths we die in life, rolling the boulder up the hill
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| The shifting sands of destiny, covering what we’d hoped to be
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| Out there must be something, out there must be someone
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| We’ll attain the summit of our longing someday
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| Something must be out there, someone must be out there
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| But we don’t believe in fairytales anymore
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| We find ourselves inside a room, at either end an unseen door
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| Between both doors a surging space
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| Inside this space we shiver with the void
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| Out there must be something, out there must be someone
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| We will reach the summit with our boulder someday
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| Something must be out there, someone must be out there
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| But we don’t believe in ourselves anymore
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| We found nothing out there, no we found nothing out there
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| And we watched our boulder rolling back down again
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| We left nothing out there, we left nothing out there
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| Just a yellowed blueprint of what we longed to be
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| Out there must be something, out there must be someone
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| We’ll attain the summit of our longing someday
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| Something must be out there, someone must be out there
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| But we don’t believe in ourselves anymore
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| Old heart of mine, cold heart of mine
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| How long has it been since we have seen the sun?
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| We climbed a hill with toilsome steps, on our weary shoulders a weight
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| As the world got colder we found ourselves paralyzed and freezing from our fears
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| In every waking hour we hoped to find, in any kind of golden light
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| A sense of change
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| And so many words, so many faces, swept away in hurricanes from our sight
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| Our hands are writing unknowable signs into immortal sands it’s only us, only us
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| One must imagine, imagine this man, one must imagine this man
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| Happy… |