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There is something more Hello, We're going down the hallway to the door We know there's something more. Our soul has got a hole, we know, but what's it waiting for? Scattered in the streets like dreams and gasoline The things we wanna be, are scattered in the streets And if we're coming clean, we seem to know we're incomplete How do we feel? How do we feel? My Generation is aching for real Dying for love, crying for truth My Generation is aching for You A country of our own, is all we're asking for A place to call our home, a country of our own We know it must be close, our souls are searching through the cold, the cold, the cold... Aus Songtexte Mania