| It’s easy to feel, when there’s nothing to find
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| The noise outside dissolves before it settles in my mind
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| A moment is lost, but the future remains
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| A celebration of the light that fills the world with day
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| A melody, what a joyfu thing
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| From the static in my brain
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| Stepping outside all the grease is gone
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| Just cut the grass we can move along
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| Wrap it up and save it for the sequel
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| Stepping outside all the grease is gone
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| Get your headphones up we can move along
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| Wrap it up and save it for the sequel
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| Take what you want, don’t write it down
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| You can rest your head at night there’s enough to go around
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| An echo re-coils and doesn’t bounce back
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| It’s comforting to know that there’s a way without a map
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| A melody, what a joyful thing
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| From all the static in my brain
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| Stepping outside all the grease is gone
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| Just cut the grass we can move along
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| Wrap it up and save it for the sequel
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| Stepping outside all the grease is gone
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| Get your headphones up we can move along
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| Wrap it up and save it for the sequel
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| Get up, take up, wake up
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| No-one knows what I’m gonna do next
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| Get my go-kart go around the clo park
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| Nobody knows what I’m gonna do next |