Placeholder: Searching for a destiny that's mine There's another place, another time Touching many hearts along the way, yeah Hoping that I'll never have to say It's just an illusion Searching for a destiny that's mine There's another place, another time Touching many hearts along the way, yeah Hoping that I'll never have to say It's just an illusion

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Searching for a destiny that's mine There's another place, another time Touching many hearts along the way, yeah Hoping that I'll never have to say It's just an illusion

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