| We all have fates, it’s our destiny
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| It isn’t simple, or plain to see
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| We make the choices that build
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| Our lives, can I still do what’s expected
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| Of me?
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| Our fate is drawn like moths
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| To the flame, take my hand and we’ll
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| Go there again, our lives will fly, till
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| We cast it aside, one last time
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| We ride this road, which path should
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| We take? |
| Our hoes and dreams
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| All worn on a sleeve, if you could go back
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| And start again, would you do it, so
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| Differently?
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| I tread the paths that I once
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| Knew so well, I can’t believe just how much
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| It has changed, I have retuned to the
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| Place of my youth, one last time
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| I’m here, I’m there, I love, I’m me
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| We live, we breath, we touch, we see |