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Here we go - down that same old road again,
Sympathy unfolds the shell that holds,
All the beauty within,
Here we go - down that same old road again,

A memory or a regret, a hope.

Here we go - down that same old road again,
Empathy controls the wind that blows,
And tickles our skin,

A memory or a regret, a hope, a stimulant.

Reason it seems, we must push on, we must push on,
Though we bleed, we must push on, we must push on.

All you need is a modest house in a modest neighborhood,
In a modest town, where honest people dwell.
Making the cleanest energy,
For the greenest plants to grow,

In the richest soil that is drenched
With the freshest rain,

Then you should sit in your backyard,
Watch clouds peak over the tallest mountain tops,
'Cause they unveil honest opinions about the stars.

We must push on, we must push on, reason it seems,
We must push on, we must push on, though we bleed,
We must push on, we must push on

All you need is a modest house in a modest neighborhood,