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Madly rushing through the streets There's no more hours left to give When nothing comes of nothing Full of empty thoughts of more Faut-il aller jusqu'au bout? Même si je contrôle tout? All I do is use my time Dreaming of a place Where I'd find such happiness But little came from having more The more we get, the more we lose When all is "more", it's more we choose There's always something else in store That keeps me running down that road, keeps me running To an unknown place I think is more How much higher can I be? Sailing moonbeams, scaling trees Pushing upwards to the sky Picking up what I think's mine When nothing comes from nothing Dreaming of a place Where I'd find such happiness But little came from having more The more we get, the more we lose When all is "more", it's more we choose There's always something else in store That keeps me running down that road, keeps me running To an unknown place I think is more
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