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 got a hole, we know, but what's it waiting for?
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Scattered in the streets like dreams and gasoline
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The things we wanna be, are scattered in the streets
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And if we're coming clean, we seem 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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Dying for love, crying for truth
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My Generation is aching for You
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A country of our own, is all we're asking for
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A place to call our home, a country of our own
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We know it must be close, our souls are searching through the cold, the cold, the cold...
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My Generation
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