| Rock crowd throw your arms around me
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| I feel glad when you all surround me
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| It’s you, it’s you who grounds me
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| When you’re done put me back where you found me
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| Before the show I never know if I could make it
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| I spend each day, each day trying not to fake it
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| Every morning is a constant struggle
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| My life makes perfect sense
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| Rock crowd throw your arms around me
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| I feel glad when you all surround me
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| It’s you, it’s you who grounds me
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| When you’re done put me back where you found me
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| I sit backstage
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| Oh I never know what to play
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| My mind gets cloudy
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| Can’t think of what I wanted to say
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| But when I see you
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| And we’re moving through the night
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| I feel like I can make it through another night
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| Rock crowd throw your arms around me
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| I feel glad when you all surround me
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| It’s you, it’s you who grounds me
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| When you’re done put me back where you found me
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| When I was younger
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| I dreamed of the people I’d see
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| All the work that goes into it
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| No, I never thought about it
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| When I see you
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| Oh, my life makes perfect sense
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| And everything we get from the shared experience
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| After the show
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| We can smile together
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| But only I know
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| How it starts in the morning again
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| Rock crowd throw your arms around me
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| I feel glad when you all surround me
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| It’s you, it’s you who grounds me
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| When you’re done put me back where you found me
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| Rock crowd throw your arms around me
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| Rock crowd throw your arms around me
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| Rock crowd throw your arms around me
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| Rock crowd throw your arms around me
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| I turn again
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| Rock crowd throw your arms around me
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| I turn again
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| Rock crowd throw your arms around me
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| I turn again
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| Rock crowd throw your arms around me |