| I was gazing deep into past shallows
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| You reached out
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| Now I can see
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| For so many moons I was held in a trance
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| Pulled trough
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| You showed me things in a brand new light
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| Selfish desire
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| But I was always the pupil
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| Bite the hand that feeds
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| For blood will pulp the self-importance
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| It’s just a vision from the past
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| With each twist and turn of the journey
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| Yesterday would await
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| Our stubborn pride to walk alone
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| Is never ending spirals
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| And regret can be all too real
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| But what’s done is done
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| And I turn my back on despair
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| Today my life begins
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| Now I’m diving into a reality of make-believe
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| A fantasy of a dreamer’s passion fulfilled
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| Reflection cracked by will
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| You gave the push that was needed
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| Splintered glass, this Bedlam shattered
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| Shards of yesterday like rain on stone washed away
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| Through the looking glass, faster I fall
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| But my greed might just throw me back
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| Absurd desire won’t strangle this
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| For this is what is meant to be Now on reflections I look back
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| And I remember
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| I was
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| I was gazing deep into past shallows
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| You reached out
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| Now I can see
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| You possess all that I need
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| You are all that I need |