| Guess we weren’t born to be lovers
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| Maybe in another time
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| It might be silly but we know, know, know
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| We’re down but we’re not out
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| Part with the ornery people
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| Bleachers on another side
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| Drunks in the think tanks go, go, go
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| We’ll drown before we’re out
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| We’ll be the people staring back at the sun
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| Everyone, everyone
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| We’ll be the people living while we’re young
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| Everyone, everyone
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| Guess we were born for each other
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| Here to make the other cry
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| And when the empty eyes show, show, show
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| We’ll tie them up inside
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| So give me more than a reason
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| Reaching for some other side
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| I fake the widest smile so, so, so
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| They came to pick me up
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| We’ll be the people staring back at the sun
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| Everyone, everyone
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| We’ll be the people living while we’re young
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| Everyone, everyone
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| Head to the wilder mile
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| Say «this is never over»
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| Freewheelin' grown up child
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| High as the moon is sober
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| We’ll be the people staring back at the sun
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| Everyone, everyone
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| We’ll be the people living while we’re young
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| Everyone, everyone
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| Everyone, everyone
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| Everyone, everyone |