| «Here at the end of my walk
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| I’m looking back and seeing clearly
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| That along with the way my footsteps
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| Turned lighter turn by turn
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| From walking every way yours
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| I’ve ruined the choice
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| And lost the voice to speak for myself
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| Even with these two hands raised
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| I have no hope for better days
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| If truth is written in your hands
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| Then it’s ever-passing from my reach
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| I am all but the man you thought you knew from before
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| All my doubts and disbeliefs have brought me to this.»
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| «Your footsteps grow lighter because I carry you
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| So turn around, and run away
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| I’ll run with you
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| Uncover your eyes
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| You just have to find a way to let go
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| A way to catch your breath
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| Uncover your eyes you blinded child
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| You’re no better or worse than the ones beside you.»
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| «Here I am faced with a choice
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| It’s just so hard to make myself believe
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| It’s still too hard to fully walk away
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| Standing on the fault line torn between two sides.» |