I think and keep thinking
That there will be a better way
There will be a better way for me
I think and keep thinking
That there will be a better way
There will be a better way for me
Over the hill and past the sea
There's a long road waiting to be followed
And the birds do call out in whisperings
That there won't be a new tomorrow
I dream and keep dreaming
That there will be a better way
There will be a better way for me
I dream and keep dreaming
That there will come a better way
There will come a better way for me
Over the hill and past the sea
There's a long road waiting to be followed
And the birds do call out in whisperings
That there won't be a new tomorrow
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