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There are millions of people in the worldCowboys and Indians and all their boys and girlsBut when I go home so lonely only darknessI can see and I write down all the places that I'd rather beWhen I think of the problems in my lifeI hope someone out there is listening tonightSo when I lay down to go to sleep I can wipe away all my tears'Cause they're asking all the questions that I want to hearWhen I walk down the streetAll the children at my feetThey love to be asking whyThe people in my townDon't ever ask me where I'm headingThese are the days when we have to be asking questionsWhat are the questions we ask when we're asking questions?These are the days when we have to be asking questionsWhat are the questions we ask when we're asking questions?Who asks the questions after all?What are we here for?How did we get here?What are we doing?All of the things we love Aus Songtexte Mania