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On the street I pass them by
golden haired and sparkling eyed
with crisp white smiles and happy sighs
as they walk in the sunshine

All my life I've tried to find
happiness, a quiet mind
some kind of faith, some kind of sign
but I can't seem to find the brighter side

Snow caps and world maps
the pleasure of strangers
mysterious dangers
and all those greener pastures
Alone again and stoned again
and chilled to the bone again
I'm hungry for sun
or the warmth of someone

Another day, another chance
to make my way, to dance the dance
and to give another passing glance
at this fading dream of mine

Maybe I'll walk or take a ride
or have a talk where I confide
that I never, ever want to die
til I finally see the brighter side
I'm still looking for the brighter side