| On a tall cliff I am standing
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| Being so unable to reach a dream
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| All the years they are floating
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| I have a feeling as strong as a broken heart
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| On a tall cliff I am crying
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| Inspired by the powers down below
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| All my fears they are floating
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| I feel it’s time for me to finally participate
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| So many stories, so many different lives
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| So many people from so many different times
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| On a tall cliff I am trying
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| To stand and face myself
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| All my doubts they are floating
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| As the bottle goes down — tumbling into the sea
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| So many stories, so many different lives
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| So many people from so many different times
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| (spoken word)
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| «Connected by the waves and stones,
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| You still can hear the breaking bones.
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| When the flood finally will call,
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| It is your turn to prepare for the fall.»
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| Connected by the waves and stones,
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| You still can hear the breaking bones.
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| Finally when the flood will call,
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| It’s my turn to prepare for the fall
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| So many stories, so many different lives
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| So many people from so many different times
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| Off a tall cliff I am flying |
| I am willing to become one
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| All my sorrows they are floating
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| As I make my way down into the darkness of the sea |