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Everybody’s future is hidden in a dream.
If you listen to the music you can hear the voices ring.
Songs about the love we share as everyday goes by,
Do you ever think about or stop and wonder why?

--Taking a ride back home, Taking a ride back home--.

Voices of the darkness speak the words of fear,
haunted by the mysteries that they used to hold so dear.
The love of everybody is the only thing that’s true.
What has all this business got to do with me and you.

Shadows of tomorrow fade into the night,
desperate to awaken in the morning light.
The dreams are every one of us, whom ever we may be
hoping we can live our lives for all eternity.