When the stars are gone forever and planets are turned into dust
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It's a good escape to lie in the haze
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In the past I found the answer in music and drinking and lust
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Waiting for the end and counting the days
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But I want to find an answer, so what if my terror dies
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And I want to find an answer, I look in your eyes
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Why are we here?
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Maybe you hold the answer
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Why are we here?
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Maybe you hold the answer
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When the sky is dark and winter has hidden the city in snow
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I remember summer's not far away
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And it seems the days are shorter and hours are passing so slow
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It's a nice escape to roll in the hay
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But I want to find an answer, so what if my terror dies
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And I want to find an answer, I look in your eyes
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Why are we here?
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Maybe you hold the answer
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Why are we here?
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Maybe you hold the answer
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Why Are We Here?
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Stratovarius |