There’s a box and a box in the box in my head.
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And this box contains all the memories we shared.
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It’s invisible for anyone, but it is there,
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Locked away in a dusty attic, why should I care.
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So far I was running away every time I seem to land
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So after all, I carry a lot of these boxes around.
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Well, you have to pass life on a way to perfection
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I like the lines of my face and at least I’m still standing.
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But what is next?
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I’m still thirsty and growing old,
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That’s way too early.
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Yeah, what is next, now that I’m grounded?
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Can anybody show me the next move?
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I finally did hope for some peace and quiet
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And found the one to mix it all for you right.
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I picked the loyal friends, said goodbye to the others.
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I love my job, my home, why look for more?
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But what is next?
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I’m still thirsty and growing old,
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That’s way too early.
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Yeah, what is next, now that I’m grounded?
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Can’t anybody show me the next move?
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Oh, don’t worry, be happy
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Is something I was always scared of.
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I don’t wanna be unflected and dull
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In lingering comfort zone.
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But I am still hoping and waiting for the unexpected.
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And I know is not I’m finding while I’m sitting at home.
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But what is next?
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I’m still thirsty and growing old,
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That’s way too early.
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Yeah, what is next, now that I’m grounded?
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Can anybody show me the next move?
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What Is Next
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| Lunik |
