| I remember the first time
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| That first line
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| That ever hit me in the gut
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| I couldn’t get enough
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| How do they say what I can’t say
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| I remember the first time
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| That first line
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| I ever wrote
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| Getting caught up in my throat cuz it hits close to home
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| I didn’t feel so alone
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| That feeling never goes away
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| So let’s get lost in the crowd together
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| Leave the walls of the world outside
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| From the cheap seats
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| To the front row
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| We’re strangers till the lights go down
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| Standing on common ground
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| Standing on common ground
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| I’ll meet you there
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| Anywhere they’ll let me play
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| Always find a way to get back here again
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| I’ll unpack this bag someday
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| We got miles to go ‘til then
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| ‘Til then
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| So let’s get lost in the crowd together
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| Leave the walls of the world outside
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| From the cheap seats
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| To the front row
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| We’re strangers ‘til the lights go down
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| Standing on common ground
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| Standing on common ground
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| Oh let’s get lost together
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| Leave the world outside
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| I’ll meet you there
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| Anywhere they’ll let me play |