A Brand New Place
A BRAND NEW PLACE
Soon you will see
Things are meant to be
Soon you will learn
The time has come, it is your turn
You fear tomorrow
You fear future sorrow
Ten times ten
What you did back when
You know the drill
You simply sit still
You don’t move a finger
You mind begins to wonder
Will this be like yesterday?
When you ran away
I think you will just have to learn
This was simply not your turn
Then you think
Will my turn ever come?
Will I ever be able to sing
Or will I always feel numb
I think I am able to see
That this was not meant to be
This was truly my turn
But I chose to let it burn
Soon you will see
Things are meant to be
Soon you will learn
The time has come, it is your turn
You fear tomorrow
You fear future sorrow
Ten times ten
What you did back when
You know the drill
You simply sit still
You don’t move a finger
You mind begins to wonder
Will this be like yesterday?
When you ran away
I think you will just have to learn
This was simply not your turn
Then you think
Will my turn ever come?
Will I ever be able to sing
Or will I always feel numb
I think I am able to see
That this was not meant to be
This was truly my turn
But I chose to let it burn
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