| Imposture!
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| At the peak of my triumphant march
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| Conjuration!
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| Doubt befalls me so close to the end.
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| Cannot move any further
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| Feet are tired from the haste
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| So close to the finale
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| I desperately need to rest
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| Face to face with the very substance of my journey
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| Just need to reach out and grab the gold
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| Take the crown and be king for a lifetime
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| But in the hour that I longed for
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| At the vertex of my crave
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| Just when I thought I had broken free
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| I’m even deeper inside the maze
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| But I don’t feel lost anymore
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| Somehow I do not feel astray
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| Somehow I' m not the same as before
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| Maybe I’ve grown wiser on the way
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| So I write this down for you to know I’ve been here
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| Tired, torn and stripped down to the core
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| And that I’m not the same as yesterday
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| Somehow I’ve just grown wiser on the way
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| Thus, I write all this down for you to know I’ve been here
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| Close enough to almost feel your breath
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| Write this down for you to know
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| I’ve slept the sleep of restless hours
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| And when I woke, I left with the promise I would be back
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| Fool, Me!
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| Swimming in the burning sea
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| I have seen the careless me!
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| Thus, I write all this down for you to know I’ve been here
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| Close enough to almost feel your breath
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| Write this down for you to know
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| I’ve slept the sleep of restless hours
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| And when I woke, I left with knowing I would be back |