| Thoughts are moving slow
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| In constant fatal flow
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| In this labyrinth I’m in
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| On a sheet of ice too thin
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| No words for what I feel
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| I cannot describe
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| Why can no one understand this
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| I climbed the ladder stair by stair
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| I hoped that I would get somewhere
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| I found that movement is my way
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| To stop the world from turning grey
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| But now I reached a wall
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| It stands there high and tall
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| Once built for my protection
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| Now it stands right in my way
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| Courage is the spark, hope is the drive
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| Our passion, our hunger
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| Our aims let us strive
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| But my rose-coloured windows
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| Broke long ago
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| And the clear look that’s left
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| Makes my tears sometimes flow
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| For some wounds we have
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| Only time knows the cure
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| There is nothing worse that we can do
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| Nothing worse for me and you
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| Than boxing shadows with our memories
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| Boxing shadows with our past
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| Never look back
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| Those walls we have inside
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| Those walls we built on pride
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| Every day they are growing higher
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| And cut the sunlight from our eyes
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| This is just another lesson
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| We must learn
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| Courage is the spark, hope is the drive
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| Our passion, our hunger
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| Our aims let us strive
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| But my rose-coloured windows
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| Broke long ago
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| And the clear look that’s left
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| Makes my tears sometimes flow
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| For some wounds we have
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| Only time knows the cure
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| A step you dare
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| On unknown land
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| The common touch
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| Of a helping hand
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| A light that shines
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| Right through the mist
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| Or the desperate power
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| Of a clenching fist
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| Go on, when the whole world around you
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| Is falling to pieces
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| There is still something left
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| To hold on to |