The more I see.
The more that I see
The more that I know
There's no giving in
But constantly grow
A colourful wind
Turns rock into sand
Sometimes holding
A trembling hand
Together they go
With a distant gaze
Trying to solve
The mysterious maze
Eyes wide open
Explosions to see
Finally seeizing
The right to be free
The more that I know
There's no giving in
But constantly grow
A colourful wind
Turns rock into sand
Sometimes holding
A trembling hand
Together they go
With a distant gaze
Trying to solve
The mysterious maze
Eyes wide open
Explosions to see
Finally seeizing
The right to be free
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