| Hold your fire --
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| Keep it burning bright
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| Hold the flame 'til the dream ignites --
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| A spirit with a vision is a dream with a mission
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| I hear their passionate music
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| Read the words that touch my heart
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| I gaze at their feverish pictures
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| The secrets that set them apart
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| When I feel the powerful visions
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| Their fire has made alive
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| I wish I had that instinct -- I wish I had that drive
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| Spirits fly on dangerous missions
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| Imaginations on fire
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| Focused high on soaring ambitions
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| Consumed in a single desire
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| In the grip of a nameless possession --
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| A slave to the drive of obsession --
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| A spirit with a vision is a dream with a mission…
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| I watch their images flicker
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| Bringing light to a lifeless screen
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| I walk through their beautiful buildings
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| And I wish I had their dreams
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| But dreams don’t need to have motion
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| To keep their spark alive
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| Obsession has to have action --
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| Pride turns on the drive
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| It’s cold comfort
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| To the ones without it To know how they struggled --
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| How they suffered about it If their lives were exotic and strange
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| They would likely have gladly exchanged them
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| For something a little more plain
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| Maybe something a little more sane
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| We each pay a fabulous price
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| For our visions of paradise
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| But a spirit with a vision is a dream with a mission… |