| There always people running around
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| Searching for something they’ll never find
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| But I ain’t one of them and I have found
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| It doesn’t matter where I touch the ground
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| What places that are different
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| But now I know they all are just the same
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| At least for me and I’ll be all around
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| For something more than just a single day
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| It’s nice to be again, touch the things I know
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| Nice to see a good old friend, nice to feel the snow
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| It’s nice to be back again, being young and free
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| I feel it, I feel it, there’s no more to see
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| There’s always people running around
|
| Searching for something they’ll never find
|
| But I ain’t one of them and I have found
|
| It doesn’t matter where I touch the ground
|
| What places that are different
|
| But now I know they all are just the same
|
| At least for me and I’ll all be around
|
| For more than just a single day
|
| It’s nice to be again, touch the things I know
|
| Nice to see a good old friend, nice to feel the snow
|
| It’s nice to be back again, being young and free
|
| I feel it, I feel it, there’s no more to see
|
| It’s nice to be again, touch the things I know
|
| Nice to see a good old friend, nice to feel the snow
|
| It’s nice to be back again, being young and free
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| I feel it, I feel it, there’s no more to see |