| I suppose when my father did everything Oma and Opa said
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| Did he find his own way?
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| Couldn’t tell you what’s in his head
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| But inside of mine I’m wondering
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| Did he find his own way?
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| Days when the weather blends them all together
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| And I’m losing track of time
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| Trying to find my own way
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| What if forever is better than never?
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| And maybe it’s a sign
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| That I found my own way
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| I will not let my heart ache
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| I won’t be treading water, waiting on a wave, no no
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| I will not let my heart ache
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| No, I never really chased my dream
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| Never tried to catch a shooting star
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| I’m not really sure how my dream found me
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| I guess that’s the way you are
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| Now I’m left with a mystery
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| Is it always gonna have to be so hard?
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| If I only ever drag my feet
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| I guess I’ll never get too far
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| To hold on or let it go
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| I tell you it’s all I know
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| I will not let my heart ache
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| I won’t be treading water, waiting on a wave, no no
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| I will not let my heart ache
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| No, I’m never gonna lose my beat
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| I take it easy on the weak of heart
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| I hear you telling me not to speak
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| So here comes the quiet part
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| Maybe I never solved the mystery
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| Is it always gonna have to be so hard?
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| If I only ever drag my feet
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| I guess I’ll never get too far
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| To hold on or let it go
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| I tell you it’s all I know
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| I will not let my heart ache
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| I won’t be treading water, waiting on a wave, no no
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| I will not let my heart ache
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| I will not let my heart ache
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| Up and at 'em
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| Bright as the start of a brand new day
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| There’s a magic to it, never let it go
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| Up and at 'em
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| It’s the time when you awake
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| Something holy to it only you could know
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| Days when the weather blends them all together
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| And I’m losing track of time
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| Trying to find my own way
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| What if forever is better than never?
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| And baby, it’s a sign
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| That we found our own way
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| I will not let my heart ache
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| There will be no opus (There will be no opus)
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| No seminal masterpiece to wear around our necks
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| You know that nothing’s hopeless (You know that nothing’s hopeless)
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| Come on, come on, come on |