歌词
What you now are seeking
Hope to realize
Don't give it 'til the weekend
It will take weeks, months, years,
It will take you your whole life
'Cause it's not a question of the convalescent time
It's a thought that lives in the back of your mind
It is a story told with many different endings
Somehow it will always sound that same
It's like the dreams we chase these days
Well, they all have patents pending
But none of them ever seem to hold your name
Your name, your name, your name
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So we try to figure out why
You never think about anything smaller than galaxies
While you spend eons wondering
What happened to our thundering
It's gone