| Are we born for something bigger than a simple life on tracks?
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| Station to station, just pressing time to the finish line
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| Are we fooling our imaginations?
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| Like ships on the shore or planes on the floor
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| Or trains on the highway
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| You’re a colorful soul in a technicolor world
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| While you’re living it black and white
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| Where we are is not all we are
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| It’s the path we’ve run so far
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| Have you ever felt so alive?
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| You feel the blood in your veins like ice
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| Melting down your spine
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| Oh, have you fallen in love?
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| Felt that shiver, that shift in your soul
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| Crashing down like a wave
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| On the seaside, on the seaside, oh
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| Running through knee-high grass
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| Chasing you through fields of green and gold
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| Like kids we played until the end of the day
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| No fear of growing old
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| Hear the crash of the waves
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| Feel the sun on my face
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| Kiss the sweat off your lips, babe
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| Taste the salt in the air
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| Smell the flowers in your hair
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| With your fingers wrapped in mine
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| And where we are is not all we are
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| It’s the path we’ve run so far
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| Have you ever felt so alive?
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| You feel the blood in your veins like ice
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| Melting down your spine
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| Oh, have you fallen in love?
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| Felt that shiver, that shift in your soul
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| Crashing down like a wave
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| On the seaside, on the seaside, oh
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| Is this all we are?
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| Is this all we are?
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| Is this all we are? |