| Just woke up, it’s a brand-new day
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| So many things that I wanna say
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| It’s been a while since I’ve felt this way
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| Everything’s ok, nothing feels broken
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| First day in a brand-new town
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| What will it be like, will it all go down?
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| Everyday I’m gonna write this down
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| Right here in my diary
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| And all this time, while the world passes us by
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| What will we leave behind, but the pages of our lives?
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| And if we take our time, I bet we can all find
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| The things in life worth living for
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| One thing I know is that when life’s moving slow
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| I’m not out here on my own, I’ve got You (to get me through this)
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| I’m on a long journey through mountains of apathy
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| And I’m not afraid to walk through
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| Everywhere I look it’s all so different
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| Another city but it makes no difference
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| Still going through the same old issues
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| Everything’s ok, nothing feels broken
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| With the days of the old behind me
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| Another summer and I feel like climbing
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| Write another page while the sun’s still shining
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| Right here in my diary
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| And all this time, while the world passes us by
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| What will we leave behind, but the pages of our lives?
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| And if we take our time, I bet we can all find
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| The things in life worth living for
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| One thing I know is that when life’s moving slow
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| I’m not our here on my own, I’ve got You (to get me through this)
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| I’m on a long journey through mountains of apathy
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| And I’m not afraid to walk through
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| Fading, hating, waiting for some place where I can fit in
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| Show me, grow me, hold me, till my balance starts to set in
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| Fading, hating, waiting for some place where I can fit in
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| Show me, grow me, hold me, till my balance starts to set in
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| All this time, while the world passes us by
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| What will we leave behind, but the pages of our lives?
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| And if we take our time, I bet we can all find
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| The things in life worth living for
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| One thing I know is that when life’s moving slow
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| I’m not out here on my own, I’ve got You (to get me through this)
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| I’m on a long journey through mountains of apathy
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| And I’m not afraid to walk through |