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In the last row of bus
I'm trying to adjust
no one knows what we feel inside
to have none by our side
,
everybody is in the rush
I'm walking towards the dusk
searching for a paradise
in a world called outside
,
I'm searching for the neverland
but my search never seems to end
,
all my friends are gone
I remember that farewell song
I thought I would never cry
but my eyes could never dry
,
so on my own but not alone
starting another dawn
in the world called outside
searching for a paradise
,
I'm searching for the neverland
but my search never seems to end
,
through the pain, through the love
some how I will, get there above
so meet me there, beyond the stars
beyond the pain, beyond the scars
and hold my hand, in the neverland
,
and that's why I'm searching for the neverland
but my search never seems to end
searching for my soul friend
but my search never seems to end