| He always dared to dream
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| To live his life in full
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| Wanting to soar beyond convention
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| Beyond those forces that pull
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| But the more they hold him down
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| The harder becomes the fight to be free
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| The thicker the veil that blinds
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| Stronger must be his will to be
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| Daring to dream
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| To aspire for one’s birthright
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| One’s freedom
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| He who does is halfway there in his dreams
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| And halfway there in his life
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| In this maze where we all toil
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| We want to raise new walls
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| Until we feel so isolated
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| That we forget that this is not all
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| Trapped in a paradox of our making
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| We become prisoners of the same
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| Like all king rats behind bars
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| We strive for the upper hand in the game
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| Daring to dream
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| To aspire for one’s birthright
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| One’s freedom
|
| He who does is halfway there in his dreams
|
| And halfway there in his life
|
| He always dared to dream
|
| To live his life in full
|
| Wanting to soar beyond convention
|
| Beyond those forces that pull
|
| But the more they hold him down
|
| The harder becomes the fight to be free
|
| The thicker the veil that blinds
|
| Stronger must be his will to be
|
| Daring to dream
|
| To aspire for one’s birthright
|
| One’s freedom
|
| He who does is halfway there in his dreams
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| And halfway there in his life |