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There must be a reason for living There must be a reason for living I think I know how Christ felt when they nailed him to the cross There must be a reason for living There must be a reason for living I think I know how Christ felt when they killed him on that hill Pissed off I'm searching for some kind of meaning I'm searching for some kind of meaning The fools lead the fools and it's the blind that lead the blind I'm searching for some kind of meaning I'm searching for some kind of meaning In the narrowness of vision And the narrowness of mind I know this place is very strange But the meaning's clear to me There's so much we could be learning If we could only learn to see I'm searching for some kind of meaning There must a reason for living But everyday I'm crucified by triviality Everyday I'm crucified by triviality Everyday I'm crucified by everything I see From Letras Mania