Everybody's Got Their Thing

Ooh, ooh, no two minds the same; that's the beauty,
That's the beauty, that's the game.
Ooh, ooh, some dream big, some keep it small; some build up,
Some watch it fall.
Some feel home in foreign streets; some find love in memories.
No wrong moves, no one way; every heart beats its own pace.
Ooh, ooh, everybody's got their thing: a song to sing,
A bell to ring.
Ooh, ooh, no two minds the same; that's the beauty,