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Why can’t people see
That there’s more to life
Than what’s inside
Don’t they know?
How good it feels
When you’re outside
You have time to think
Without anyone with you
With the sun out bright
And the birds singing high
You could run
And still no one knows
Where you have been
You feel better
Than you have ever
You hear things
You don’t usual hear
You don’t know
What you’re missing
Until it’s too late