lyrics
Stuck searching for answers.
Knocking around in our head, They're
Creeping, screaming, then dissapearing.
For the return of endless yearning.
Yeah.
Y'know, I tend to question things.
But what is there I really should question?
Yeah.
It's like searching for answers
In a box of randomness.
What is there I,
What is there I,
What is there I should try to get?
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track released August 2, 2011
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