(N. Walusko)
Say all the things you say, words get in the way
They don't start to explain, nothing is more strange
And not quite there, oh no
You wander through your whispered dreams
In wanderlust
See all the son's raise meat, sell it on the street
Fame, gold you shot in vain, poor man spared some change
That's not quite there, oh no.
He wanders through your whispered dreams
In wanderlust
Hey, trust no one today ,like the CIA, video delay
Of what's not there, oh yeah
They wander through your whispered dreams
In wanderlust
He wanders through your whispered dreams
In wanderlust
You wander through your whispered dreams
In wanderlust
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