| Wake up in the morning
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| Before the first sunrise
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| Wait for them to tickle your nose
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| As you step outside
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| People you’ve never met
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| Feel like friends you’ve known a long time ago
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| Invisible hands carry you through the day
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| You walk like you’re walking on clouds
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| Inaudible voices whisper in your ear
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| They talk to you about love, sweet love
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| And it’s moments like these
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| When you catch a glimpse at what is real
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| Oh oh and it’s moments like these
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| When you don’t pretend, but you really feel
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| It’s moments like these
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| When you’re not strong and you’re not weak
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| Oh it’s moments like these
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| When you can breathe easily
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| Laugh until you gotta cry
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| Cry until you gotta laugh
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| Remember, always remember, that you’re alive
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| And forget your fear of love, sweet love
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| Because it’s moments like these
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| When you catch a glimpse at what is real
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| Moments like these
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| When you don’t pretend but you really feel
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| Moments like these
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| When you’re not strong and you’re not weak
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| Oh it’s moments like these
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| When you can breathe easily
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| Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh
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| Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh
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| Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh
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| (moments like these) when you catch a glimpse
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| (moments like these) at what is real
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| (moments like these) when you don’t pretend
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| (moments like these) but you really feel
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| (moments like these) when you’re not strong
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| (moments like these) and you’re not weak
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| (moments like these) when you can breathe easily |