| Sliding doors divide and all
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| The nightmarish corridors
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| Will all fall
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| Behind you
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| Sliding doorways divide
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| And all the winding corridors fall away behind
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| Rays of light serenade my eyes
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| And wide white clouds parade the skies
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| After days and nights of grey
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| It’s quite breathtaking in such amazing sights
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| I’ve paid the price, stayed inside
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| And it’s been great but I need to say goodbye
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| The grape is ripe so maybe I should build the bottle
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| To fill the bottle, taste the wine
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| Now I’ve found how to savour life
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| All thoughts of pain inside fade and die
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| I take the fight to paper, hibernate and write in waiting
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| 'til it’s time to face my fright and take the mic
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| I’ve made the right choice in raising my voice
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| And reclaiming life’s joys
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| If you’ve ever had a dream then chase it
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| Cos it’s dreams that make us more than meat for grave diggers
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| Do you really want to remain faceless
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| Cos you dated aspirations but became faithless?
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| Be safe, stay put, each day’s painless
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| Or regain faith, though we face dangers
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| Be brave, courageous, behave audaciously
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| My teenage daydreams made me famous
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| But being flavour of the week
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| Leaves a taint on the tastebuds, so I need to shape up
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| I tighten the laces in each of my trainers
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| Then retrace my steps to when I believed I could get
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| To each place I set my aim on
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| Not accepted fate, and reshaped my destination
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| I’ve not reached places yet that truly take my breath away
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| I’ll never til the day of my death
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| We’ve had a really lovely time
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| But I ought to make a move
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| I’ve things to do
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| And I’m kind of assuming that you do too
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| The end is almost here
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| Here we go
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| Finished |