Chris Jones - Utopia Lyrics
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Utopia
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What Are The Lyrics For Utopia By Chris Jones?
Burning desire to live and roam free
It shines in the dark and it grows within me You're holding my hand but you don't understand So where I am going you won't be in the end I'm dreaming in colors of getting the chance I'm dreaming of china the perfect romance The search of the door to open your mind The search of the cure of mankind Help us, we're drowning So closed up inside Why does it rain, rain, rain down on utopia? Why does it have to kill the ideal of who we are? Why does it rain, rain, rain down on utopia? How will the lights die down, telling us who we are? I'm searching for answers not given for free They live inside as they lie within me You hold my hand but you don't understand Taking the road all alone in the end I'm dreaming in colors, no boundaries again Dreaming the dream we all seem to share The search of the door to open your mind The search of the cure of mankind Help us, we're drowning So closed up inside Why does it rain, rain, rain down on utopia? Why does it have to kill the ideal of who we are? Why does it rain, rain, rain down on utopia? How will the lights die down, telling us who we are? Why does it rain, rain, rain down on utopia? Why does it have to kill the ideal of who we are? Why does it rain, rain, rain down on utopia? How will the lights die down, telling us who we are? Why does it rain? |
Who Wrote Utopia By Chris Jones?
Daniel Bjorn Gibson, Sharon Den Andel
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