| The sun shined on our face, our imaginations took us any place
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| At the end of that old dirt road where we’d all stopped running
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| We were living without no plans, there was never a doubt that someday
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| One of us might shake hands with the devil, the other one might break free
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| What if we were young again, yeah, when all of this was just pretending?
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| Everybody wants to belong, whoa, to a brand new thing
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| But that doesn’t mean that much to me
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| Everybody’s singing along to the song the others sing, yeah, 'cause it’s a
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| brand new thing
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| The summer went by so fast, caught up in something that we thought would last
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| The hope grows cold, but the fires still burning
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| Thinking about that time, I’m giving up everything I thought was mine
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| I know, something tells me that the end is near
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| What if we could start again, when all of this was just beginning?
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| Everybody wants to belong, whoa, to a brand new thing
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| But that doesn’t mean that much to me
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| Everybody’s singing along to the song the others sing, yeah, 'cause it’s a
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| brand new thing
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| They don’t know, they will follow
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| They don’t know, they will follow
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| They don’t know, they will follow
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| Everybody wants to belong, whoa
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| (Everybody wants to belong)
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| To a brand new thing
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| But that doesn’t mean that much to me
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| Everybody’s singing along
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| (Everybody's singing along)
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| To the song the others sing, yeah, 'cause it’s a brand new thing
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| Everybody wants to belong, whoa
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| (Everybody wants to belong)
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| Everybody’s singing along
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| (Everybody wants to belong)
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| Everybody wants to belong, whoa
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| (Everybody wants to belong)
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| Everybody wants to belong |