Going Nowhere
We come from nowhere,
wind up here.
We fly through somewhere,
blind with fear.
The unknown places
here and there.
The different races,
no one cares.
All of our hearts
are set the same,
eternal beats
will stop one day.
We come from nowhere,
here we're dropped.
We'll end up nowhere
once it stops.
wind up here.
We fly through somewhere,
blind with fear.
The unknown places
here and there.
The different races,
no one cares.
All of our hearts
are set the same,
eternal beats
will stop one day.
We come from nowhere,
here we're dropped.
We'll end up nowhere
once it stops.
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| Auteur: Chill | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: maneschijn | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 21 januari 2003 | ||
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