| Livin life hard in the fast lane, man I had no regard
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| Livin it all outta balance, bit by bit I was falling apart
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| Never saw the sights, couldn’t read the signs
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| Was it in the stars? |
| All the time fate was feeding me lies
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| Was I believing the science? |
| Was it all coincidence?
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| Was there any chance it was all an accident?
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| Yea could that be true that all of this was made up without you?
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| I’m guilty as charged, but with you it begun
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| The truth of the matter is you knew me from
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| First breath to first cry, opened these eyes
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| You hold it all in your hands
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| Like a beautiful symphony, this live you’ve given me
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| It’s a beautiful symphony, and I would be a wreck without ya
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| I don’t know where I’d be without ya
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| I’ma tell it to the world, vocal, I’ma give it all I got, total
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| While you’re over there chillin on your ones, I believe it, stick to my guns
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| From the galaxies and back to anemina, all designed as unique as a retina
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| On the next life I’m wondering why, he threw the stars up and he lit up the sky
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| Could you take a second and come walk with me
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| Away from the city lights, up in the hills we can actually see
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| This amazing arrangement, hardly ever seen
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| Hand painted, stars pinned up, all each in their perfect placement
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| It’s kinda crazy, right, yea, this beautiful life
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| Overlooked, taken for granted, we all have a purpose, the trick is to find it
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| Like parts to a symphony, what good is one voice, no harmonies?
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| Or no melodies?
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| You make it beautiful, b-b-beautiful
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| When you’re chillin on your ones, I’ma stick to my guns
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| You make it beautiful, b-b-beautiful
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| When you’re chillin on your o-o-ones, I’ma stick to my guns
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| We all need each other, one voice, one choir
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| One hope, something higher
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| Try love instead of lighting fires
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| Unless that fire’s gonna light the dark
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| Put it up high, make your mark
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| If we can make music together
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| I guarantee that we’d dance forever |