| Nothing will remain, the heartache or the shame
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| No matter where you’re from, you can inspire everyone
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| Life will come in focus when you step out on the ledge
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| Below the castle made of stone broken pieces lay alone
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| As important as the ones shining bright beneath the sun
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| The struggle of the few will give rise to something new
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| People, there’s so many people
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| Afraid of being wrong
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| So how will we ever learn
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| How will we ever learn
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| Those who came before, hidden faces we’ve adored
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| They watch our every move but they have nothing left to prove
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| If only they could guide us through the challenges they’ve braved
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| Behind the Mona Lisa’s eyes something Leonardo tried
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| Put the magic in her stare that says, 'try me, if you dare'
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| 'Cause she was never meant to be our chosen one
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| People, there’s so many people
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| Afraid of being wrong
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| So how will we ever learn
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| How will we ever learn
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| Here and now on borrowed ground
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| Just passing through like sound
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| Your wings grow heavy as the fear begins to burn
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| And your soul lies waiting at the point of no return |
| People, there’s so many people
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| Afraid of being wrong
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| So how will we ever learn
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| People, there’s so many people
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| Afraid of being wrong
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| So how will we ever learn
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| How will we ever learn |