| In the sweet belly of the moment
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| When you realize you’ve changed
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| And everything you’re after
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| Has gone down the drain
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| You’re nothing more than just a drifter
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| As you walk down your road
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| Not exactly the picture
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| You thought you’d be sending home
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| All these places mean nothing
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| It’s the people we count on
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| Here without a purpose
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| Gone without a song
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| Yesterday seemed so sudden
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| Today seems to have no end
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| So you button up the buttons
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| Say goodbye to what has been
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| Those black and white pictures
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| That file through your veins
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| That’s the trouble with the future
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| It always stays the same
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| And your pride’s been shaken
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| And those people you count on
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| Here without a purpose
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| And gone without a song
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| Without a song
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| In the uncertainty of a new day
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| Opportunity may howl
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| You hear the voice in a new way
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| In the past you didn’t know how
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| You’re old enough to know the difference
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| Between and enemy and a friend
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| With the eyes of knowledge upon you
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| You’re able to stand up again
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| Life is always in motion
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| And there’s new people to count on
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| Here you may find a purpose
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| And sing a brand new song
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| Life is always in motion
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| New people to count on
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| Here we find a purpose
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| To sing a brand new song
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| Brand new song
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| Sing a brand new song |