| The grass is always greener when the fields all mine
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| And I’ll lose my hero’s journey as the years gone by
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| And the stories still unwritten, there’s no sense of time
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| Oh my, oh my
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| I live out alone, no room for yourself
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| I’m trying to focus, it’s my story to tell
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| I’m human as well (as well), well (as well), well (as well)
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| I’m human as well (as well), well (as well), well (as well)
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| And I’m running round in circles
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| Flying high above the ground
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| And I’m searching out the echoes
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| And the signs, of who we are
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| Who we are
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| I’ve seen a lot of danger coming round my way
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| Finding love in every moment, hope it’s not too late
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| And the stories now unfolding once upon a time
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| Oh my, oh my
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| I live out alone, no room for yourself
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| I’m trying to focus, it’s my story to tell
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| I’m human as well (as well), well (as well), well (as well)
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| I’m human as well (as well), well (as well), well (as well)
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| And I’m running round in circles
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| Flying high above the ground
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| And I’m searching out the echoes
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| And the signs, of who we are
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| Who we are
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| (Who we are)
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| Would you kindly tell me
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| (Who we are)
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| Trying to find the reasons for
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| Who we are
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| Someday we’ll know it all |