| The ground was just a canvas under foot
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| Each puddle was a sea from where we stood
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| We weren’t afraid to leave or stay
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| We weren’t afraid to make our own way
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| We didn’t know these bones would ever rest
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| Our whole lives laid out in front of us
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| We weren’t afraid to leave or stay
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| We weren’t afraid to make our own way
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| Looking at the time we had, I have to wonder where it all went
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| Now I think it’d be just fine to finally end up where we started
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| The sun was just a new day taking flight
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| Each year was a giant in our eyes
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| We weren’t afraid to leave or stay
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| We weren’t afraid to make our own way
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| We didn’t know these thrones would ever rust
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| We always thought that they’d remain with us
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| We weren’t afraid to leave or stay
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| We weren’t afraid to make our own way
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| Looking at the time we had, I have to wonder where it all went
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| Now I think it’d be just fine to finally end up where we started
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| If growing up is giving up the best parts
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| Then I just want to be the way I’ve been
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| Lately I’ve been looking for a new start
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| To see the way I saw the world again
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| Looking at the time we had, I have to wonder where it all went
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| Now I think it’d be just fine to finally end up where we started |