miércoles, 30 de noviembre de 2011

Utopic Search

I've looked under every brick, every stick, every stone
I've searched in every town, every city, every home
And still I can't find a place to call my own
Still I can't find something that fills my soul
I'm tired of wondering why it hurts like a knife
I'm tired of searching for a non-existent life

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