Where do I live, where do I live?
Everywhere; nowhere,
The days are a sieve;
Why losing it all
When I've so much to give?
Where do I go, where do I go?
Everything's here,
But there's nothing to show;
I've forgotten it just
When there's so much to know.
Why are we here, why are we here?
And is it true that this life
Is a mirror?
I've waited so long
Will it ever be clear?
I need some hope, some little hope;
Something to give me the strength
Just to cope;
I once had a heart
But I think now, it broke.
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