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We All Turn Back To Dust...
by From First To Last

Little soul,
Your dreams are waiting,
Grab them up,
Hold them closely,
Never let go,
Never let go.

Little soul,
You're finally here to live and breathe,
Your every fear of love and hate,
Smile and touch,
Hope, despair,
Loving and lust.

Who we are,
What we all are,
Is something more,
The point of view,
(Who we are)
Is something more,
The point of view.

Life's waiting here for me,
But I keep pushing away,
And I'm left alone here wondering,
Is there more to this?,
More than just stars above,
Or heaven and earth,
From it or me.

If you will it, there is no chain.

Who we are,
What we all are,
Is something more,
The point of view,
(Who we are)
Is something more,
The point of view.

Who we are,
What we all are,
Is something more,
The point of view,
(Who we are)
Is something more,
The point of view.

We all turn back to dust.
(Back to dust) (Back to dust together)
We all burn back to dust.
(Back to dust) (Back to dust together)

(Back to dust together)

Little soul,
Your dreams are waiting,
Grab them up,
Take them with you,
Never let go,
Never let go.

Who we are,
What we all are,
Is something more,
The point of view,
(Who we are)
Is something more,
The point of view.

Who we are,
What we all are,
Is something more,
The point of view,
(Who we are)
Is something more,
The point of view.