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I try to believe what I feel these days It makes life much easier for me It's hard to decide what is real these days When things look so dizzy to me I already know my children's, children's faces Voices that I've heard before There's always more There's always more Wandering leaving the sea behind To my home which everybody owns Wandering, wandering Where we can do what we please, wandering I feel like a thousand years have pa*sed I'm younger than I used to be I feel like the world is my home at last I know everyone that I meet Somewhere in the music I can hear the bells I heard a thousand years before There's always more There's always more Wandering, is this there all there is? Since I was, since I began to be Wandering, wandering Where we can do what we please, wandering