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I don't mean to cling to you my friendsIt's just I hate the day to have to endNever enough time to spendI haven't done enough for this to be the endThere must be more... more...More songs more warmthMore love more lifeNot more fear not more fameNot more money not more gamesThere -- you -- coming through the crowdBlue light silhouettes your headI want to shout your name out loudBut I shout inside insteadThere must be more... more...More current more sparkMore touch deep in the heartNot more thoughtless crueltyNot more being this lonely...Don't I hear them talking?Don't I know what they say?I'm a fool for thinkingThings could be better than they were todayLetras de cancionesThere must be more... more...More growth more truthMore chains more looseNot more pain not more wallsNot more living human voodoo dolls From Letras Mania