LYRIC

How many roads should we take
How many plans should me make
In order to survive

How many seeds I should grow
How many faces I should follow
How many emptiness and hollow
You got in your soul

In this world
In this world

All at once everything gets familiar
One by one everyone disappears
Two or one how many of us believe
‘Cause everything feels like questions
So many questions

In this world
In this world
In this world
In this world
In this world
In this world
In this world
In this world

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