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Backstreet Boys

Backstreet Boys

Everygreen

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I've been on the run
Slept under the sun
Feeding off the clouds and eating them like ice cream
I've been all around
Never left this town
Blisters on my eyelids like it's spring in Paris
I've seen everything, I've dreamt every dream
I am every human
Oh I'm not even finished

Look how I go
Impeccable flow
Wind in my face it hardly ever rains
Always on top
I'm coming up
I'm everything and I am everything
I know it all don't know a thing
I am changing, still the same
I'm every color, I'm every color
I am evergreen

I've been on the side
Always stayed ahead
I'm so very fast give me a speeding ticket
Me you cannot teach
I just wanna know
I've been tryin' to stand but I will never grow
I've seen everything, I've dreamt every dream
I am every human
Oh I'm not even finished

Look how I go
Impeccable flow
Wind in my face it hardly ever rains
Always on top (Always on top)
I'm coming up
I'm everything and I am everything
I know it all don't know a thing
I am changing, still the same
I'm every color, I'm every color
I am evergreen

The truth is stranger than fiction (yes)
When you're a walking contradiction
When you're evergreen
You're always looking in
You're the first one left
But you're back again
Don't be afraid to ask
But don't ask again
We'll forever last when you're evergreen
Oh no no no

Look how I go
Impeccable flow
Wind in my face it hardly ever rains
Always on top
I'm coming up
I'm everything and I am everything
(I am everything)
I know it all don't know a thing
(Don't know a thing)
I am changing, still the same
I'm every color (I'm every color)
I'm every color (I'm every color)
I'm every color (Oh I'm every color)
I'm every color (Color)
I am evergreen(yeah)
I am evergreen
(I am evergreen no no no) (yeah)
I am evergreen

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