| Everywhere I turn, there are people just like me
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| All searching, desperately, for adventure
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| Risking life and limb in a million daring deeds
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| For everybody needs their adventure
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| But little do they know
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| There’s adventure in the eyes
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| Of a young and unknown love
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| On an unexpected street
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| Though you never meant to meet
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| You take hold of this surprise
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| And you learn each other’s name
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| Soon you’re in the game once again
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| And then…
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| Don’t get taken in by some made-up movie
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| Who copies what we are: we’re adventure
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| In a quiet day, you will find a sudden turn
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| To follow it, you’ll learn, is adventure
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| In a stranger’s face
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| In the corner of a smile
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| In a shop you’d never seen
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| In a street you’d thought you’d known
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| In a voice upon the phone
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| Who you accidentally dial …
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| There’s a hundred turns each day
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| Soon you’re on your way once again
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| And then …
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| And I stand in total awe at the simplest things that
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| People say and do
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| I think true adventure lies in the ins and outs of those
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| Like me and you |