Woke up lost again, dreams are torn and thin,
Sky is gray, heart's heavy, don't know where I've been.
Steps so slow, but I still go,
'Cause quitting is the saddest sin.

Even broken wings still try to fly,
Even shattered hearts still reach the sky,
Even if the world says no,
I know, I know...

Never stop living, never stop giving,
Never stop dreaming, never stop believing,
Never stop running, never stop trying,
Never stop laughing, even when crying.
(Oh oh ohhh, oh oh ohhh)
Never stop living, never stop giving!

Tripped and fell again, face against the ground,
Tears like rivers, but no shame to drown.
The end will come, with or without the crown,
Might as well dance till the sun goes down.

Even if the fire burns my hands,
Even if the sea swallows my plans,
I’ll still walk, still stand,
I understand...

Never stop living, never stop giving,
Never stop dreaming, never stop believing,
Never stop running, never stop trying,
Never stop laughing, even when crying.
(Oh oh ohhh, oh oh ohhh)
Never stop living, never stop giving!

Better to stumble than to stand still,
Better to break than to never feel,
Better to cry than to never try,
Better to live before we say goodbye!

Never stop living, never stop giving,
Never stop dreaming, never stop believing,
Never stop running, never stop trying,
Never stop laughing, even when crying.
(Oh oh ohhh, oh oh ohhh)
Never stop living, never stop giving!

Never Stop Living

Friday noon, sun hits the street,
Backpack down, feelin' that beat.
Three weeks clear, no boss, no call,
No girl to please, no rules at all.

Your house, your rules, you're dancing wild,
Music loud like a reckless child.
Ibo sings, pan sizzles bright,
You say: "This fish will change your night."

Windows wide, cheap beer flows,
No plans made, and nobody knows—
Where we go, what we’ll do,
Just me and the boys and that déjà vu.

🎶
Two two thousand and two – summer time – sky is blue
No big plans, nothin’ new – just me and the local crew
No airport, no railway queue – no big bus rides, just avenue
Freedom’s real, and rent is due...
but not this month — we’re breakin' through!
Two two thousand and two!
🎶

Bike rides down the same old roads,
Talkin' dreams in late-night codes.
Bonfires by the football ground,
Laughin' ‘til we hit the sound.

Old CD spins, the night gets thin,
No girlfriend’s texts, no need to win.
The stars look fake, the moon looks new —
But the feeling’s deep, and raw, and true.

No one tells you when it ends...
No one warns you youth pretends.
It burns so bright, and then it’s gone —
Like that fish you fried at dawn.

We thought we’d live like this again.
We swore we’d never change, my friend.
But time is cruel, and time moves fast —
Only music makes it last.

Two two thousand and two – summer time – sky is blue
No big plans, nothin’ new – just me and the local crew
No airport, no railway queue – no big bus rides, just avenue
Freedom’s real, and rent is due...
but not this month — we’re breakin' through!
Two two thousand and two!
🎶

🎶 Just freedom... in the summer... of 2002...
No way back... no way through...
Only now... only you...
That fish still sizzles... in 2002... 🎶

The Summer of 2002

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