| After a season of foolish desire,
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| in a make believe world of my own.
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| Dreams that come true, simply burn in the fire
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| that soon will be burning low.
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| Somewhere beneath every strong man’s facade,
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| he clings to the hope that there’s more.
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| In the long run, there’s a promise never broken.
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| In the long run, there’s a heart that never fails.
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| In the long run, there’s a hand that’s always open.
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| In the long run, there’s a way back home.
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| Blessed like a hero, but cursed with the pride.
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| Dying to make myself known.
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| Souls that are sold for a passion that lies are
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| silently drifting alone.
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| Somewhere beneath every strong man’s facade,
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| he clings to the hope that there’s more.
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| In the long run, there’s a promise never broken.
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| In the long run, there’s a heart that never fails.
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| In the long run, there’s a hand that’s always open.
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| In the long run, there’s a way back home.
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| In the long run, there’s a promise never broken.
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| In the long run, there’s a heart that never fails.
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| In the long run, there’s a hand that’s always open.
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| In the long run, there’s a way back home.
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| In the long run, there’s a way back home.
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| In the long run, there’s a way back home. |