| Sitting by the telephone
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| Waiting for what never comes
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| A chance to be the chosen one is all but gone
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| Arise the tide within your heart
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| A longing for another start
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| Far beyond the wretched place that you’ve come to known
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| Are you finally losing patience
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| May you rise, your time has come
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| May you fight for what’s been taken
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| Find your strength when there is none
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| A message from so long ago
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| Reminding you that you let go
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| Why did you throw it all away, it still haunts you so
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| But now you see what’s come to pass
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| You’re screaming for a second chance
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| If life is what you make of it then make it your own
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| Are you finally losing patience
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| May you rise, your time has come
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| May you fight for what’s been taken
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| Find your strength when there is none
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| Know your life is still worth saving
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| Can’t you see how far you’ve come
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| If you find you’re losing patience
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| Then just rise, your time has come
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| (Your time has come)
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| This may be the only way you’ve got
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| A second chance to turn the page, move on
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| If you choose to wallow in these sorrows, what will be the cost
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| If you did and follow your tomorrow, find where you belong
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| Move on, move on
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| Are you finally losing patience
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| May you rise, your time has come
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| May you fight for what’s been taken
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| Find your strength when there is none
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| Know your life is still worth saving
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| May you fight for what’s been taken
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| (Your time has come)
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| (If life is what you make of it then make it your own) |