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A country of plenty, a country of bloom |
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Together we rise with a glance in our eyes |
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We search for a place you won't find in this life |
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We won't give up seeking, we live in a fool's paradise! |
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Been travelling for years on the streets of this world |
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We stopped at strange places, we've seen lots of faces |
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We paced back and forth like some bustlers at night |
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With eyes shining bright, we're drunk with delight |
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Some whispering voices will serve as a guide |
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They tell us a story of fortune and glory |
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We listen to odd-looking figures and boozers |
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With eyes open wide, it's an urge from inside |
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A country of plenty, a country of bloom |
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Together we rise with a glance in our eyes |
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We search for a place you won't find in this life |
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We won't give up seeking, we live in a fool's paradise! |
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The call of the wild takes us over tonight |
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It's a call of affection, a fatal attraction |
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We follow the footsteps to Fiddler's Green height |
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We won't turn around, in passion we're bound |
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We stray from the track, cut a corner or two |
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A shortcut of pranksters consorted with gangsters |
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'Cause all that we need is a highway to heaven |
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A step into light with no end in sight |
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A country of plenty, a country of bloom |
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Together we rise with a glance in our eyes |
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We search for a place you won't find in this life |
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We won't give up seeking, we live in a fool's paradise! |
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We keep an eye our for some nice pearly gates |
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We'll knock for admittance, won't beg for some pittance |
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But all we'll locate is a stairway to hell |
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But nobody cares, we wont't take these stairs! |
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A country of plenty, a country of bloom |
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Together we rise with a glance in our eyes |
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We search for a place you won't find in this life |
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We won't give up seeking, we live in - |
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A country of plenty, a country of bloom |
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Together we rise with a glance in our eyes |
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We search for a place you won't find in this life |
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We won't give up seeking, we live in a fool's paradise! |
