| I know that I’m afraid of live
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| The tolls seems very steep
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| Your goals so uncontrollable
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| Impossible to keep
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| Despite the songs of lucky ones
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| Those very special few
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| Can’t right the wrongs that often come
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| No matter what we do
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| I imagine that the feeling’s close to none
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| All that passion running rampant sounds like fun
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| But when the trouble starts
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| I’ve heard of broken hearts
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| A hackneyed phrase-but one that I suspect is true
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| And so I wonder will I win or will I lose
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| Most come down, familiar ground a safer veiw
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| No more concerned with if they win or if they lose
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| The journey must be made
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| The hand is dealt, it must be played
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| It comes to all of us, we can’t escape our dues
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| But I’m still holding back
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| I want my heart intact
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| Until the time that I’m unable to refuse
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| Inconsequential if I stumble up the rocks
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| or catapulted if I shoot right to the top
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| When I on love depend
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| My only question then
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| …is will I lose or will I win
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| So I wonder, yes I wonder |