Something New
People, people searching
For some drama.
They can't enjoy what they have.
It doesn't matter who you are.
Look around, there’s so many miracles around you:
Things you’ve never seen.
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I believe
We're creating something new.
It’s what we needed.
Suddenly, here we are.
It was worth it.
We didn't expect it
But we have taken
Every perfect sound.
Birds will fly away,
Nobody can ask them to stay
The snow will cover us
After the rain.
And then we'll pray
For better days when the
Sun will stay for a holiday.
A holiday, holiday.
Chorus
