| I thought I reached the final stage,
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| Time enough now to catch my breath.
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| Holding on to each fleeting moment,
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| Until the winds of change come blowing through.
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| And all the things I Thought I needed
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| Go sailing out of you.
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| I thought I reached a new beginning;
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| Faint, distant glow on the horizon.
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| Holding on to the promise of the day,
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| Until the sunset hides sea from shore.
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| And all the things I Thought I needed
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| Don’t mean much anymore.
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| Circles within circles,
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| Hoping one more turn
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| Will bring us to the end.
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| When truth and fiction finally meet,
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| We find again
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| New beginnings become old ends.
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| Circles within circles,
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| Hoping one more turn
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| Will bring us to the end.
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| When the circles complete,
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| We find ourselves
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| Starting all over again.
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| Too many things left undone,
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| Too late to turn back,
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| I can change course before the end,
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| But when all is said and done,
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| All I really want is a chance
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| To start again.
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| Circles within circles,
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| Hoping one more turn
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| Will bring us the end.
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| When truth and fiction finally meet,
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| We find again
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| New beginnings become old ends.
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| Circles within circles,
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| Hoping one more turn
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| Will bring us to the end.
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| When the circles complete,
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| We find ourselves
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| Starting all over again. |