The world is bigger than you thought
Bigger than the diamonds you just bought
Higher than the ultimate high
Wider than suburban streets
When you die, a spirit is all that is left
Your house is now empty
A spirit now your guest
Your home is not your home
And the toys that it contained
Machines to transport your mind
From suffering, from pain
When fake becomes real
And the concrete will crumble to dust
We see how much everything means
How much
How much
For the want of the world
How much could we possibly miss?
For the want of the world
For the want of the world
This precious life is fleeting
Now we have to let it go
The music is starting
It's almost the end of the show
Everyone is saying their last goodbye
In the never-ending echo of their first hello
For the want of the world
How much could we possibly miss?
For the want of the world
For the want of the world
Clutch...Grab
Wanting this
Covet that...
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