| A man holds up a mirror to his soul
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| Shocked by what he sees
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| Reflecting on the life he never planned
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| And yet his dreams go on inspired by the one
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| Who understands
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| These are the wars that we fight
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| These are the tears that we share
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| These are the wastelands we cross
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| To dream the dreams that we dare
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| This is the world that we choose
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| Right or wrong win or lose
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| These are the days
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| That make up our lives
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| These are the days
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| That tell us love never dies
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| These are the days I feel to run so far
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| As to vanish out of sight
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| Put everything that I believe in to the flame
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| But then I kiss your wounds knowing that you might
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| Feel the same
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| These are the wars that we fight
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| These are the tears that we share
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| These are the wastelands we cross
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| To dream the dreams that we dare
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| This is the world that we choose
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| Right or wrong win or lose
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| These are the days
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| That make up our lives
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| These are the days
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| That tell us love never dies
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| These are the days that rob us of our faith
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| And shake our will to carry on
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| The days that break our hearts
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| But in the end make us twice as strong |