| I wrote pages about how I could never
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| So many phases back and forth and wherever
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| Sometimes so quiet hearing the little mice creep
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| While in my head the riot wouldn’t let me sleep
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| Up hills in Portugal
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| Across the Berlin Wall
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| Now it’s hard to remember when
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| I had no hope of you my friend
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| But it’s not impossible
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| It’s not impossible, now I know
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| It’s not impossible
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| I looked for hands until I was surrounded
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| Everyone else seemed they already had found it
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| Never collected what I thought was owed me
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| Now I know it’s not you, but at least you showed me
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| It’s not impossible, now I know
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| It’s not impossible, I thought so
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| But it’s not impossible
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| I’m still not certain, but it’s not so deadly
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| I’m not that person that despaired so steadily
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| Like sink tap water through my hands it went
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| But as long as failure’s only ninety nine percent
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| It’s not impossible, now I know
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| It’s not impossible, I thought so
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| But it’s not impossible |