| It’s fine by me, we can roll everywhere
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| Like we were eight years old
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| When home was anywhere but home
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| And all our sells was not alone
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| It’s fine by me
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| We can go anywhere
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| Making futures without fear
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| And thou they ain’t here, no
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| They ain’t here round
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| They ain’t here just yet
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| We live all,
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| It’s more that we can handle
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| It’s a great time in September
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| It’s more that we can handle
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| It’s a great time in September
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| You cut me down, down
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| Just like a knife
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| Trust your heart and never hope to die
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| Down, down yeah you beat your sign
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| Trust your heart and never hope to die
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| Is fine bout me
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| We can walk everywhere
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| You can throw my letters into the paddles
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| And I will just forget
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| I’ll keep it in my lungs and chest
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| Is fine bout me
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| We can walk everywhere
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| I can take the time to catch my breath
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| I take afford on rainy day
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| I hope you’ll doing the same
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| It’s more that we can handle
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| It’s a great time in September
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| It’s more that we can handle
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| It’s a great time
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| You cut me down, down
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| Just like a knife
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| Trust your heart and never hope to die
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| Down, down yeah you beat your sign
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| Trust your heart and never hope to die
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| And never hope to die
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| Never hope to die
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| Trust your heart and never hope to die
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| And never hope to die
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| Never hope to die
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| Trust your heart and never hope to die
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| Down, down
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| Just like a knife
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| Trust your heart and never hope to die
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| Down, down yeah you beat your sign
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| Trust your heart and never hope to die |